1953
Awards:
Retro Hugo
Rating:
★ ★ ★ ★ –
Fahrenheit 451 is about a man, Guy
Montag, who is a fireman. In Montag’s time, many years in the future from ours,
it is illegal to read books. And the job of a fireman is not to put out fires,
but to burn any books he finds.
The
reason that books are illegal (we hear from Montag's boss, the Fire Chief) is that books make people unhappy. Books can be
violent, melancholic, confusing, requiring of deep thought, and full of
different philosophies and conflicting ideas that require hard work to reconcile. This makes people confused and upset. By
burning the books, firemen are standing guard against societal unhappiness.
To
make themselves even more constantly happy, people have also surrounded themselves
with distracting stimuli in their homes, businesses, and subways. Everywhere
they go they are assaulted by advertisements, jingles, and empty, content-free virtual
reality dramas. Left with nothing but vapid entertainment and an absence of introspection
or critical thought, society has become almost sociopathic. Suicide, murder, and
drug overdoses are common. People think nothing of hitting animals and even
people while they are driving.
At
the beginning of the book, fireman Montag loves his job; he gets a ridiculous
grin on his face as books turn into ashes. He enjoys having a respected place
in his community. And he thinks he has a perfectly fine relationship with his
wife Mildred.
But
one day on the way home from work he meets a girl, Clarisse, and her conversation
is so radically different from what he’s used to that it sets him off balance.
Clarisse observes the world, asks questions, notices details. She likes having
actual conversations with other people. She gives him presents of flowers and
chestnuts and autumn leaves.
He
can’t stop thinking about Clarisse, and that makes him start questioning
everything. And once he starts questioning, it isn’t long before everything
starts falling apart. He realizes that his life is empty. He and his wife never
have conversations; she spends all day watching empty dramas on their wall-size
TVs. And when she’s not watching TV, she listens to constant chatter on her
earbud radios, or takes sleeping pills to conk out.
And
he realizes that all this time he has been burning books without even once
reading any of them, to see if they really are as bad as he’s been led to
believe.
So
at his next book burning call, he slips one into his shirt and takes it home. And
then we discover that he’s been doing that almost unconsciously, blindly, for
quite a while.
And
then Clarisse and her entire societal-norm-flouting family mysteriously
disappear from their house.
And
then Montag goes to a call where they are burning the books hidden in the home of
an elderly woman. She is so distraught by them burning her library that she
throws herself on the fire, and he sees her burn to death before his eyes.
Oscar Werner as Guy Montag in François Truffaut's somewhat plot-altered, but still Bradbury-approved, film version of Fahrenheit 451 |
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When
I was in sixth grade, a family friend gave me an anthology of Ray Bradbury’s short
stories. I didn’t have any idea who Bradbury was, but I gobbled the book up. Stories
like A Sound of Thunder, Skeleton, and There Will Come Soft Rains were vivid and disturbing and
delightful; I read them over and over again. When I was able to get my hands on
more of his short stories and a copy of The
Martian Chronicles, I gobbled those up, too.
But
I only first read Fahrenheit 451 because
I had to, for a class assignment in junior high school. I liked it all right; I
enjoyed the story and I was surprised that my teacher would assign such a
modern and readable book. But it didn’t make much of a deep philosophical
impact on me at the time. I don’t think I had enough life context to give it
meaning.
When
I was in college and had gained a little more experience and knowledge of world
history, I read Fahrenheit 451 again.
It had a lot more power for me than it had before. It resonated with my outrage
at real-life book burnings and at people who wanted to proscribe what other
people could read and think simply because it bothered them. I saw it as an
artful illustration of the evilness and impossibility of thought censorship.
And
now, many years later, I have read it a third time. My life is completely
different now than it was when I was in either junior high school or college. I have a full-time job that
eats up the bulk of my week. I have family obligations and stresses and much
less leisure time to fit in all the projects and travel and socializing I want
to do. In the evenings I often sit on the couch and watch TV and let my mind go
blank. And this book spoke to me now in a different way than it
had before: this time, it made me think about how I am constantly running, fending
off demands on my attention, and how I allow the self-centeredness and lack of content in
the media around me to use up my time and mental energy so that I don’t take the
time to observe, listen, create, and think.
Fahrenheit 451 is, itself, the kind of book that the firemen were protecting society against. It is melancholic,
unresolved, and requiring of deep thought. It is fiction, but it forces us to take
a hard look at our reality. And that’s exactly what makes it so important.
I
think one of the marks of a great book is that it has richness enough to mean
many things to many people, and all of them can be true. This is certainly true
of Fahrenheit 451. It carries many
messages: about the destructiveness of censorship, about the need to step
back and be in the world, about the
need to relate to other people, about the need to be curious, about coping with
clashing inputs to come up with your own standards of what is right. To do all
this and to do it in the form of a well-written and entertaining story is beyond
impressive.
RETRO HUGOS!!!
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