Fahrenheit 451 review

Raymond Douglas "Ray" Bradbury, born August 22, 1920 - died June 5, 2012, was an American writer and screenwriter. He wrote in various fields of literature, such as fantasy, science fiction, horror, and mystery. Among his most famous works are the dystopian novel Fahrenheit 451 (1953), and his collections of science fiction and horror, and Martian histories (1950). The Illustrated Man (1951), Celebrate the Thrill of the Body (1969), Bradbury was one of the most famous American writers of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries. , The White Whale (1992). Bradbury has received numerous awards, including the 2007 Pulitzer for Special Awards and Citations, and has written and has been a consultant for screenplays for films and television scripts, such as Moby Dick and From Outer Space. Much of his work has been adapted for comic books, television, and films. Upon his death in 2012, the New York Times called him "the writer most responsible for bringing modern science fiction into the literary mainstream".

Fahrenheit 451 review by Ray Bradbury

Internationally acclaimed with more than 5 million copies in print, Fahrenheit 451 is Ray Bradbury's classic novel of censorship and defiance, as resonant today as it was when it was first published nearly 50 years ago.Guy Montag was a fireman whose job it was to start fires... The system was simple. Everyone understood it. Books were for burning ... along with the houses in which they were hidden. Guy Montag 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 he met a professor who told him of a future in which people could think... and Guy Montag suddenly realized what he had to do!

"IT was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon- winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning."