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Here comes 1984: The Musical George Orwell's widow was famously protective of his legacy, but now his work is out of copyright

Bowie always wanted to make 1984 into a musical. Who'll take up his cause? Credit: Robbie Jack/Corbis via Getty Images

Bowie always wanted to make 1984 into a musical. Who'll take up his cause? Credit: Robbie Jack/Corbis via Getty Images


January 21, 2021   4 mins

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.

As the title of Hughes’ book indicates, such what-ifs are usually predicated on the assumption that movie-goers missed out because of killjoy rights-holders or short-sighted studio executives. If only the real artists had got their way! In the realm of the counterfactual, movies never have a chance to fail, so all we have to go on are their would-be creators’ best intentions. In reality, passion projects stumble all the time. Philip Roth is arguably the greatest novelist of his generation but until HBO’s The Plot Against America, adaptations of his books ranged from merely underwhelming (The Humbling) to utterly misbegotten (American Pastoral). In fact, Lego bricks have inspired more good movies than Roth.

To take one legendary example, it’s possible that Jodorowsky’s Dune, which was set to involve Orson Welles, Pink Floyd and Salvador Dalí, would have been a far-out masterpiece. But you could just as easily imagine Frank Herbert fans being bitterly disappointed by it and fantasising about what it could have been if only the visionary behind Eraserhead and The Elephant Man had been trusted with it. Counterfactuals usually flatter the thwarted.

The mythology of creativity requires villains in the form of out-of-touch gatekeepers who obstruct the path of talent. We laugh at the A&R man who turned down the Beatles and the numerous publishers who rejected Animal Farm because they epitomise the obstacles our heroes must overcome on their journey to greatness. That’s why Paul McCartney gave director Peter Jackson the misleading impression that the rock’n’roll-hating septuagenarian Tolkien himself kiboshed the Beatles’ Lord of the Rings movie, and it’s why Bowie invented a frosty encounter with Sonia. It’s a better story.

If Bowie were still alive, he would be free to do something with Nineteen Eighty-Four now that all of Orwell’s books are out of copyright. (The screen rights to that novel, which Sonia sold in 1980, are more complicated.) There is already an Animal Farm video game and what happens next will be interesting. I’d like to see people use Orwell’s books as springboards rather than blueprints. The movie Clueless, a freewheeling 90s reimagining of Jane Austen’s Emma, and Damon Lindelof’s ingenious HBO sequel to Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons’ Watchmen both prove that one way to respect beloved source material is to turn it into something radically new. Robert Icke and Duncan Macmillan’s inspired 2013 stage play of Nineteen Eighty-Four turned the book inside out.

I’m not sure, though, that even hamfisted takes on Orwell will do him any harm. Like other overzealous managers of literary estates — Lord Tennyson’s son, T. S. Eliot’s widow — Sonia believed that a reputation was a fragile thing, vulnerable to serious damage in the wrong hands, but great work is impressively resilient. It’s unlikely that Austen would have endorsed Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, or that Eliot would enjoyed the movie Cats, yet the status of those writers is undented. There is no idea bad enough to diminish the standing of Dickens or Shakespeare. It’s the adapter who takes the blame when a new version goes awry. So I suspect that when Sonia killed the glam-rock Nineteen Eighty-Four, it wasn’t her late husband’s reputation she ended up protecting but Bowie’s.


Dorian Lynskey is an author, journalist and UnHerd columnist.

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Alex Lekas
Alex Lekas
3 years ago

somewhere 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.

Fraser Bailey
Fraser Bailey
3 years ago

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.

Mark H
Mark H
3 years ago
Reply to  Fraser Bailey

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.

Nikita Kubanovs
Nikita Kubanovs
3 years ago
Reply to  Mark H

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.

Tim Bartlett
Tim Bartlett
3 years ago

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.

David Lawler
David Lawler
3 years ago

1984 is here now, we’re watching it happen.

Kiran Grimm
Kiran Grimm
3 years ago

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;

Chris Wheatley
Chris Wheatley
3 years ago

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.

Philip Stott
Philip Stott
3 years ago

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.

Fraser Bailey
Fraser Bailey
3 years ago

‘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’.