The best thing about Clockwork Orange is the slang. The main character in the book uses a mixture of words with slavic roots, nonsensical repetitions and general gobbledygook even though he can speak the Queen’s English. It sucks you in and makes the crimes that happen seem whimsical.
This slang means that everything that happens is hidden by a veil at first. As we begin to understand the chat, we become both closer to the protagonist, and more aware of the horrific acts he is committing - simultaneously sympathetic and disgusted. This incomprehensible dialect is a great parody of youth.
Burgess slowly makes you sympathise with his raping, ultra-violent protagonist. It’s hard not to, when he’s so forthright. A main question this novel asks if to what extent we have free will. Does it matter?