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Throughout the novel, George Orwell’s depiction of Bowling as a pessimistic man obsessed with the threat of war suggests that even a brief experience with wartime violence can have a lasting impact. The memories are not traumatic, which is not to say that Bowling’s experience of World War I was not horrifying. Since he was stationed on the front in France, it almost certainly was—and perhaps it was so traumatic that he has repressed memories of it.
What is apparent from the very beginning of the novel is Bowling’s obsession with the coming war and with the threat of bombing in particular, as variants of the word “bomb” appear 13 times in Part 1, which is only 19 pages long. This threat seems, on the one hand, to be somewhat removed and impersonal, as in Bowling’s description of his suburb with “the roofs of the houses stretching on and on, the little red roofs where the bombs are going to drop, a bit lighted up at this moment because a ray of sunshine was catching them” (11), and, on the other, is immediate and physical, as when Bowling compares the food he eats in a diner to “bombs of filth bursting inside your mouth” (14). He would know what that is like—and the reader knows that he does, since he reveals in Part 2 that he served on the front for well over a year. Regarding actual time in action, he says little to nothing—except that, paradoxically, “action” was anything but that. The army “machine” controls everything. What he does describe, briefly, is being hit by an exploding shell in 1916—a terrifying experience, but “luckily” his injury was not serious, and his recovery in a British hospital led to a promotion that allowed him to ride out the war in England in a meaningless but “safe” position.
The real injury from the war, according to Bowling, is that the war itself was such a cataclysmic event that it cut the past completely away from the present. This discontinuity does not affect Bowling’s self-presentation—that is, his character does not change from youth to old age in his descriptions of himself in the past or the present (although he has gained a great deal of weight and lost his teeth). Instead, the effect of the war is that “the old life’s finished” (143). Thus, when Bowling pursues his nostalgic memories of his childhood by revisiting the town where he grew up, the changes in the town underscore that radical break and the fact that only memories remain. At the same time, Bowling’s visit to the town actually brings both the memory and the actuality of war much closer, when a bomb explodes in the town. That Bowling automatically drops the ground indicates that he retains a visceral memory of the war—that, in fact, at that moment, memory and reality, past and present, do come together, and in a way that threatens any continuity with the future as well. That it is a British plane that mistakenly drops the bomb on its own people suggests that, as the British bungle their way into the next war, the present will become another “old life” that’s “finished.”
Orwell’s depiction of Bowling’s life in the London suburbs of the 1930s emphasizes its relentless monotony and fundamental insecurity. The houses are all the same; the inhabitants are all trapped in a desire for ownership and independence and have all fallen for the same mortgage “racket”; and their precarious position is made all the more so by their need to humor their bosses to remain in their jobs. As Bowling puts it, his neighborhood consists of “a line of semi-detached torture-chambers where the poor little five-to-ten-pound-a-weekers quake and shiver, every one of them with the boss twisting his tail” (5).
This common experience does not lead to solidarity. At that moment, Bowling appears detached from what he sees, incapable of acknowledging that his judgment applies just as much to him as to anyone else on his street. What the commonality among workers leads to, instead, is further alienation and conflict, as the scene in which a young shop assistant is loudly reprimanded by her boss for miscounting change demonstrates. As Bowling watches the scene unfold, he speculates that a fear of losing her job keeps the girl from defending herself: “One back-answer and you get the sack” (8). Reflecting on the situation—but not on the fact that it reflects on him, too—Bowling considers that all the service workers he encounters might similarly feel a “mortal dread that you might report him for impertinence and get him sacked” (8). Moreover not only do workers fear one another; they also fear others seeing their subservience and vulnerability. That is why, as he leaves the shop, Bowling notes that the girl would “have murdered me if she could. How she hated me because of what I’d seen!” (9). Under the circumstances, postwar lower- and middle-class life appears to be a dispiriting grind, with no particular way forward.
Only nostalgia remains, but that, too, leads to disillusionment. Thus, while Bowling has cherished memories of the secret pool at Binfield House, “hidden away in the woods” (47), with its “very clear water and immense […] de[pth]” (46), when he returns to Lower Binfield, he discovers that the pool has been drained to make “a great round hole, like an enormous well, twenty or thirty feet deep” and filled with tin cans. It has become a trash bin—a symbol not only of the degradation of nature, but of the ubiquitous degradation of modern life.
In Coming Up For Air Orwell explores how the pressures of social class become internalized and affect one’s self-perception and perception of others. This is particularly so even for Bowling, who has experienced social mobility, moving from the working-class origins of his youth, via the army, to middle-class life as an insurance salesman. Such changes have also occurred in the town where he grew up: His father’s old shop is now a teashop, and the old pub, the George, has become a respectable hotel, where Bowling can afford to stay for a few days. Bowling himself does not see the parallels, though, not only because of a nostalgia-induced myopia but also because of his own dissatisfaction with his life, in which he feels trapped.
Thus, at various points in the novel, Bowling attempts to exceed his class. His marriage to Hilda, who comes from a highly respectable (albeit impoverished) military family, is a case in point, even though from her point of view the possibility of escaping her life of pinched poverty overrides any disapprobation of Bowling’s rural, lower-class origins. These he seems to think he can shed through his fortuitous promotion to officer during the war; when it is over, he feels like a gentleman and has a goodly sum of money to tide him over until he finds a job. That job, as an insurance salesman, hardly accords with a gentleman’s work, but it does bring him up a social notch, as the difference between himself and those whom he knew in the past in Lower Binfield underscores: It may not only be the weight gain that obscures who he was. Still, he wishes to present himself as more successful than he is. In Lower Binfield, for example, he feels confident flirting with a woman because he thinks that in his blue suit “I could pass for a stockbroker” (121). When she rejects him, Bowling thinks dejectedly that “new suit or no new suit, I couldn’t pass for a stockbroker. Merely looked like a commercial traveler” (121). This honesty with himself and about himself is unusual for Bowling. But while he may wish to be more than he is, Orwell’s depiction of Bowling’s insecurity offers a powerful critique of the societal expectations that tie self-worth to material wealth and to class.
By George Orwell