My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Montag is a fireman, married, and young and handsome, happy with his work, and with a smile practically burned into his face. But one night, on the way home after work, he encounters a very strange person who opens his eyes to the questions he’s never allowed himself to ask. It has an ultimate and permanent effect on Montag. His experience of life after this encounter continues to bring him questions…deep questions that most of us have asked at one point or another….but well based within a far more interesting story line. Stunning right to the end.
Ray Bradbury is like a fine wine to a dunderhead like me. It took me a few readings of his work to finally really “feel” the poetry and therefore understand what I was reading.
Fahrenheit 451 is one of those I want to own, to always have. It’s a reminder of the error of losing interest in reading as a country, a culture, a species. How it leaves us open, like blank slates waiting to be written on, and easily programmed by the screaming television and it’s constant commercials. This was written long before every home in America owned a television. Somehow, he saw it, he wrote about it, and it really explains how we got here.
But this story is not written in hindsight. It’s like a fictional prophecy that then came true!