Paperback, 179 pages
English language
Published Nov. 2, 1996 by Ballantine Books.
Guy Mongag was a fireman whose job it was to start fires. And he enjoyed his job. He had been a fireman for ten years, and he had never questioned the pleasure of the midnight runs nor the joy of watching pages consumed by flames...never questioned anything until he met a seventeen-year-old girl who told him of a past when people were not afraid. Then Guy met a professor who told him of a future in which people could think. And Guy Montag suddenly realized what he had to do... --back cover
As with many of the classics that I feel I must read, this one left me a little cold. It's short, it doesn't really go into much explanation, and while it tells a story of the potential future, it doesn't really go into the detail you might expect. There's a chase in the book, which is fun and quite well done, but otherwise it doesn't really get going, and I learnt little about the characters involved.
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It's been years since I read this, years before being online and years before newspapers started folding. It's a different world now, and this short novel, written in the early 1950s, is eerily prescient. Ray Bradbury did not predict the internet, exactly, but something very much like it; many people are addicted to sitting in their "parlors," places in their houses in which meaningless conversation is piped, soap opera like, to keep people senselessly occupied. There are no educational programs, and books are burned. Suspect someone of hoarding books? Send an alarm! The firemen will come and burn down the guilty person's house and arrest him/her.
Books cause thinking and different opinions. Some books make people uncomfortable. Many books would belie the history that's been rewritten for the masses. Therefore, books are poisonous--away with them all!
This story focuses on one fireman named Guy Montag, and his yearning for life …
It's been years since I read this, years before being online and years before newspapers started folding. It's a different world now, and this short novel, written in the early 1950s, is eerily prescient. Ray Bradbury did not predict the internet, exactly, but something very much like it; many people are addicted to sitting in their "parlors," places in their houses in which meaningless conversation is piped, soap opera like, to keep people senselessly occupied. There are no educational programs, and books are burned. Suspect someone of hoarding books? Send an alarm! The firemen will come and burn down the guilty person's house and arrest him/her.
Books cause thinking and different opinions. Some books make people uncomfortable. Many books would belie the history that's been rewritten for the masses. Therefore, books are poisonous--away with them all!
This story focuses on one fireman named Guy Montag, and his yearning for life and curiosity about what came before and what else there could be--which leads him to books.
Meanwhile, there is a war going on--somewhere. No one knows anything about it, or anything about other countries, or the plight of other people. People aren't even raising their own children. There is little empathy to be found, but certainly enough violence--children are killing children. Among these young people is a girl named Clarisse, who is labeled as an outcast for asking the wrong sorts of questions and being so--social. Guy never hears exactly what becomes of her.
Guy Montag's main adversary is Captain Beatty, a fireman who has obviously read many books. He's an interesting character, one who must be conflicted, and yet he's more adamant about destroying books than anyone around him. For most, it's a job. For Beatty, it's a philosophy and a mission. Meanwhile, Montag's wife, Mildred, is a study in boredom, depression, and emptiness.
Bradbury painted a scary mirror all those years ago--in just about 172 pages. Incredible.
An excellent adaptation that places a different (but equally important) emphasis than the original book. In the book, the burnings that take place are described in exquisite detail, but in the graphic novel, this is represented visually. With so much less space taken up by this simple change, more emphasis is put on the toxic society and its impact on the main characters. It's chillingly similar to today and the lessons it imparts are both topical, informative and helpful.
One of the best books I have ever read.
I am not going to write a long review.
I remember two scenes particularly.
One, when Montag opens his mouth and the flying jets do the screaming for him.
Two, when, a book is burning, its visual similarities with a pigeon and its unfolded wings.
Ray Bradbury has exceptional and powerful capability of creating a meaningful scene. A dramatic scene.
Not only for the scenes I shall remember this book, I also have to remember it for its philosophical and creative value.
The concept of men becoming books and the layer of meaning it hides is of a tremendous value from all creative, dramatic and philosophical perspectives.
What irony that I read this book digitally, having it fed to me 400wpm. Fahrenheit's self-inflicted dystopia seems very close to our present of 'fake news' and celebrity babies dominating media while genocide is concurrently perpetrated. I always forget how poetic Bradbury is, how empty & full he can make you feel all at once. A warning and a comfort that we create the world around us, & that all ages have a beginning & an end.
Review coming soon.
How much knowledge is necessary and how much too much? Who should decide?
How can I write a review for Fahrenheit 451, a book which has meant so much to me? How can I say some brilliant thing which will exhort you to read it? Reread it? May I tell you that I have extra copies of this book so that I may lend or give them should I find someone who has not read it but is willing to? Can I relate in a brief sentence the dream I had in which I read this book in response to a society no longer reading any book which lasted longer than a page?
I have been inspired and struck with urgency in every rereading of Fahrenheit 451. I see in the dystopian society of Ray Bradbury's envisioning a dreadful shadow of my own generation, and it frightens me, so I read the book again and it gives me hope to counter …
How can I write a review for Fahrenheit 451, a book which has meant so much to me? How can I say some brilliant thing which will exhort you to read it? Reread it? May I tell you that I have extra copies of this book so that I may lend or give them should I find someone who has not read it but is willing to? Can I relate in a brief sentence the dream I had in which I read this book in response to a society no longer reading any book which lasted longer than a page?
I have been inspired and struck with urgency in every rereading of Fahrenheit 451. I see in the dystopian society of Ray Bradbury's envisioning a dreadful shadow of my own generation, and it frightens me, so I read the book again and it gives me hope to counter the fear.
Among all the books I have read, this is my first recommended, among my most passionately praised as genius. I urge you, now, this very moment, take this book from a shelf - buy it, borrow it, come to me and I will lend it you - and read it, drink it in. If you've read it before, reread it. So much worth is contained in these few pages, it can do you no harm to invite this book to touch your life for the first or hundredth time.
I can't believe I never read this book. I also can't believe how amazing and poignant it is.
I can't decide what book I would be if I could be one. Which book would you be?
This McCarthy-era classic presents a dystopia of banned books where Firemen are responsible for burning and the knowledge they contain as American gathers around the mindless chatter of TV instead.I have been a little divided on this, feeling it a little reductive & with slightly frustrating prose. But also one of those novels, like 1984, that often gets trotted in facile indignation at particular criticism.
not as clever as I thought it was when I read it in 9th grade. Ray Bradbury is a pretty good spec fic writer, but this book is much more mood, and sentiment, than any real political heft like 1984 has.
I’m beginning to suspect Mr Bradbury had a time machine after all. How portentous Fahrenheit 451 is of many of the aspects of our modern society. Indeed, the new HTTP code for legally restricted pages (eg. censorship or government-mandated blocked access) is 451 in honour of the book. Watching mindless TV. The dumbing down of the news. Even the mechanical hound is something not too far off current technology.
The root of the censorship is the desire to not offend anyone, meaning people stop speaking their minds. You can’t please everyone but that’s what the Americans of this world tried to do. So much was censored because it upset this group or that group. We do learn from reading differing opinions, from reading work that may be problematic. If we are never exposed to these things, how do we work out for ourselves what we really believe?
I do think …
I’m beginning to suspect Mr Bradbury had a time machine after all. How portentous Fahrenheit 451 is of many of the aspects of our modern society. Indeed, the new HTTP code for legally restricted pages (eg. censorship or government-mandated blocked access) is 451 in honour of the book. Watching mindless TV. The dumbing down of the news. Even the mechanical hound is something not too far off current technology.
The root of the censorship is the desire to not offend anyone, meaning people stop speaking their minds. You can’t please everyone but that’s what the Americans of this world tried to do. So much was censored because it upset this group or that group. We do learn from reading differing opinions, from reading work that may be problematic. If we are never exposed to these things, how do we work out for ourselves what we really believe?
I do think there’s a lot of tiptoeing around these days, maybe not so much in book topics, but definitely on the internet in certain circles. There should be room for freedom of speech as long as no one is forcing it down your throat. Freedom to choose what to read should be more important than freedom to never be offended. Actually, I think many of us secretly like a good rant, what if we stopped having anything to rant about? I’m not convinced humans could cope in a utopia, we’d only mess it up.
There’s an anti-war message as well as anti-censorship and a nod to the traditions of storytelling in the intellectuals that hold onto the great works in their heads. Stories will never die, unless we wipe ourselves out, that is.
It’s clear that Fahrenheit 451 originally started out as separate stories as the narrative flow isn’t cohesive enough. I enjoyed each part by itself and there is so much that is spot on, but I’m not convinced it needed to be turned into a novel. I'm looking forward to reading some of Bradbury's short stories, as I imagine that is his more natural storytelling form.
Well... this is a book that has not aged well.
Or maybe I've just outgrown its particular flavor of book-nerd wish fulfillment. TV rots the brain! Reading books is important for civilized society! People who read books are better than people who don't: they have richer interior lives, they question, they really see the world around them! Being plugged in all the time = bad! Kids these days, driving cars too fast and shooting each other!
On the whole it reads to me now like conservative pearl-clutching about how We Have Too Much Technology and We Should Return To A Simpler Time and stuff like that. Personally, my suspicion is that even before TV and the internet, there were plenty of people who were shallow and didn't lead rich interior lives and didn't engage critically with the world around them. And probably also plenty of people who saw this as …
Well... this is a book that has not aged well.
Or maybe I've just outgrown its particular flavor of book-nerd wish fulfillment. TV rots the brain! Reading books is important for civilized society! People who read books are better than people who don't: they have richer interior lives, they question, they really see the world around them! Being plugged in all the time = bad! Kids these days, driving cars too fast and shooting each other!
On the whole it reads to me now like conservative pearl-clutching about how We Have Too Much Technology and We Should Return To A Simpler Time and stuff like that. Personally, my suspicion is that even before TV and the internet, there were plenty of people who were shallow and didn't lead rich interior lives and didn't engage critically with the world around them. And probably also plenty of people who saw this as the decline of civilization.
But even so, I do like some of the writing. No one can deny Bradbury wields a mean metaphor.
Addendum: I could do without Bradbury's ridiculous 1979 screed, included as an addendum with the Kindle edition, that more openly gets at something the novel more covertly hints at. He describes women who wonder why he has so few female characters as "idiots" and rails against over-sensitive politically-correct "minorities" trying to censor him and meddle with his aesthetics (basically book-burners themselves, he outright states).
I'm willing to forgive the original text for being a product of its time, but the 1979 doubling-down does my opinion of Bradbury no favors.
I have now read 1984, brave new world and Fahrenheit 451 and all three books were very good in their own way. Fahrenheit like 1984 is pretty violent and oppressive, but on a smaller scale, in this book the story is focused on a few different characters in a small area.
I found it quite hard to get into the story as it takes a long time for things to be explained, once I was brought up to date I enjoyed the story.
The writing style is very interesting, it almost has a jazz free-flow style to it which makes you actually start reading faster and faster, I really enjoyed these bits as it makes things feel chaotic. Here is an example of what I mean...
"One, two, three, four, five, Clarisse, Mildred, uncle, fire, sleeping tablets, men, disposable tissue, coattails, blow, wad, flush"
