This is one of those books that I tried to read years ago but never got around to finishing, and picking it up again definitely reminded me why that happened. There are just too many words in this book! I mean, not really, because it’s only 170-ish pages long, but really really, because Bradbury writes sentences in which silent trains run soundlessly along their tracks. So that’s what silent means.
That’s not to say that the book isn’t good… it just takes a disproportionate amount of time to the length of the book to figure out what the heck Bradbury’s saying.
So anyway. If you don’t know, Fahrenheit 451 is about a world in which firemen are employed to start fires that burn up book collections, because books are bad and rooms made of four wall-sized TVs are good. One fireman, Montag, meets a girl who doesn’t pay attention to the propaganda, and her influence helps push him on a path to try to overthrow the system.
I wish I had read this book during an English class, because it needs a lot of discussion. Bradbury makes some interesting points about how people perceive books and how outmoded they are in this day and age (the book is set sometime around now, from what I can tell) which are almost true, 50 years after he wrote them. We may not have flying cars, but we do certainly have apathy toward books.
(My Year of Reading Dangerously Challenge)