In November 1973, Rolling Stone magazine brought together David Bowie and William S. Burroughs for a wide-ranging conversation between two icons of the counterculture. At one point, Bowie let slip that he was writing songs for a musical adaptation of George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four, which has just this month entered the public domain under UK copyright law. It did not come to pass. Orwell’s famously protective widow Sonia vetoed Bowie’s request, forcing him to feed some of his Orwellian leftovers into his 1974 album Diamond Dogs. “The whole thing was originally 19-bloody-84,” he complained when the album came out. “It was the musical, and she put the clappers on it by saying no.”
The details are hazy. Bowie variously described his take on Nineteen Eighty-Four as a TV show, a stage musical and an album. Despite his claim that Sonia was “the biggest upper-class snob I’ve ever met in my life,” it’s very unlikely that they ever spoke, or that she had a specific objection to Bowie. Horrified by the 1956 Hollywood version of Nineteen Eighty-Four, which softened the edges and mangled the ending, she effectively imposed a blanket ban on adaptations (aside from radio) until shortly before her death in 1980. It is perhaps for the best that she died six months before the release of Rick Wakeman and Tim Rice’s unapproved concept album 1984, which featured a duet between Chaka Khan and comedian Kenny Lynch called “Robot Man”.
Bowie framed Sonia’s rejection as terribly unfair: a snobbish old fogey standing in the way of his brilliant notion. But really, what was lost? At the time, Bowie was far more interested in collaging striking images in his lyrics than in telling coherent stories and showed no indication of having the narrative discipline necessary to adapt a whole novel into songs. If Sonia had approved the project, it would probably have either collapsed or ended up as a grand folly. Instead, by having to combine fragments of Orwell’s dystopia with the more anarchic, youth-driven visions of Burroughs and Anthony Burgess, Bowie created a far more idiosyncratic and topical sci-fi nightmare. If you like Diamond Dogs, then you have Sonia Orwell to thank.
The other great counterfactual collision between rock and literature is the Beatles’ version of The Lord of the Rings. In 1968, Denis O’Dell from the Beatles’ Apple Films thought that J.R.R. Tolkien’s saga could form the basis for the band’s third live-action movie vehicle and pitched it to them while they were in India. United Artists, who had the Beatles on contract, had just acquired the movie rights from Tolkien, so that wasn’t an issue. It was loosely decided in India that Paul McCartney would play Frodo, Ringo Starr Sam, George Harrison Gandalf and John Lennon Gollum, and they would all record new songs for the film.
After David Lean and Stanley Kubrick turned it down, Michelangelo Antonioni was apparently interested in directing but as the band fell apart, so did the film. Again, it’s hard to mourn the loss. I can just about picture the Fabs in Middle Earth in an animated sequel to Yellow Submarine but a live-action musical fantasy epic starring four non-actors who were increasingly sick of each other’s company? It had all the ingredients of a historic disaster.
There is an enduring cultural obsession with might-have-beens. In The Greatest Sci-Fi Movies Never Made, the critic David Hughes examines in tantalising detail such abandoned projects as Alejandro Jodorowsky’s version of Frank Herbert’s Dune (the job went to David Lynch) and Tim Burton’s Nicolas Cage-starring Superman Lives. Every couple of years, the story of Nick Cave’s berserk rejected screenplay for a sequel to Gladiator resurfaces to general delight. There are long Wikipedia pages devoted to films that the likes of Spielberg and Tarantino talked about but never made.
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Subscribesomewhere I get the feeling that any adaptation of the novel will be driven by a desire to convince people that they don’t see the pages of the book unfolding before them in real time. That big tech is not somehow doing the work of big brother and silencing the opposition, that numerous figures in politics are not calling for the cleansing or deprogramming or whatever else of conservatives, and that the war in Eastasia is going as planned.
Why do we need a film or musical of ‘1984’ when our various governments and Big Tech companies are providing us with the real thing? This article seems to miss out the film of ‘1984’ made in, I think, 1984 with, I think, Anthony Whatsisname – the one who played Hannibal Lector. Funnily enough, he might also have been in the film version of Philip Roth’s ‘The Human Stain’, which isn’t mentioned here among the film adaptations of his novels. Or am I imagining that? ‘The Human Stain’, by the way, was a pretty good book by Roth’s standards (I am not really a fan) and anticipated a lot of the Woke tyranny by about 20 years.
Perhaps so the people are made aware of the dystopian trend in modern life?
While it would probably be sufficient to re-release that 1984 film, a “2050” adaptation that takes today’s trends to their logical conclusion could serve as a the same sort of wake-up call that the original book was in 1948.
Wonderful idea I think, as probably the closest thing to 1984 I’ve seen on screen is V for Vendetta (already an iffy adaptation) and it just isn’t relatable at all to fully understand the dangers that Orwell was trying to highlight. If someone is going to attempt a modern day 1984 then I think you definitely need to get Charley Brooker on board. In Black Mirror almost every episode seems like with one wrong decision our reality will follow that of the show.
On another site, I once read a comment quoting from Orwells review of Mein Kampf. The passages they used appeared to show Orwell approving of Hitlers program. I’m not sure if it was intended, but the Orwellian butchering of the man’s own words was brilliant. It also made me read Orwells entire article, which is well worth doing.
1984 is here now, we’re watching it happen.
Rock musicians look to grandiose projects when they become aware that the genre they have been working in is merely a limited form of entertainment that does not carry the status of high art.
If, like Bowie, you have adoring fans and fawning critics treating your catalogue of songs as the product of creative genius it must be tempting to try creating something more significant than a just another set of pop tunes.
And thus we have (God help us!):
Tommy by The Who; The Wall by Pink Floyd; Just about any prog-rock “concept” album;
I assume the film is not a film of 1984 but one like 1984, about our future from now. For me, being an oldie, the films today are only about computer simulations and any film made by computer simulation with the topic of computer simulation will be stretching a little.
I think Bowie would readily admit (if he could) that in the era he made those comments he was doing a lot of drugs, and that his opinions on a lot of subjects changed widely once he got clean.
‘In November 1973, Rolling Stone magazine brought together David Bowie and William S. Burroughs for a wide-ranging conversation between two icons of the counterculture.’
I can only be grateful for the fact that in November 1973 I was still reading Victor and Cor!, and had not yet discovered the ‘music press’.