Saturday, July 12, 2014

Farenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Yes, I am currently in the phase of reading books I should've read in high school- excuse me- I was reading 19th century literature back then... 

"And for the first time I realized that a man was behind each one of the books." 

"We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?"

"Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against."

I don't know- the justification for burning the books seems to be a little awkward- and the transition from firemen putting out fires and firemen who start them. It's a bit strange- it doesn't seem to connect smoothly. Just because people are bothered by books is not a strong enough reason to burn them. This type of reasoning doesn't seem to support a woman being burned alive and the men not caring... 

"Cram them full of non-combustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely `brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change."

 The charicature of this society is too exaggerated- it doesn't seem realistic at all. 

"The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us."

"And don't look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of
saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore."

I don't like the way Montag manipulated Faber to get him to help him- it seems weak and low.

"Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away."

"Come on now, we're going to go build a mirror-factory first and put out nothing but mirrors for the next year and take a long look in them."

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It was an ok book- I can't really say I was very impressed by it. I didn't really understand in the beginning what the whole "parlor" business was.

I didn't like the character- he seemed like an idiot, and he didn't really make up for it by the end of the book. He was an idiot most of the time... and the questions he began asking himself weren't that profound. For example: what is the meaning of life? To start off with. 
The ending was anticlimactic- the war was there and then disappeared- the city also disappeared. 

I can't say it was worth reading. The message of knowledge is important, but could have been written in a deeper sense and more expounded upon.The one thing that he expressed which I liked was that people love not to think, and want to constantly be entertained (by tv/media). This is true, and I can see that around the world. Books- provide us a way of becoming critical thinkers. Books can save us from this manipulation/brainwashing. As long as we think, we are alive.