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For the book rant- Fahrenheit 451
ITS SO UNDERRATED and listen I don't know if there's controversy about the book or the author, probably, but HOLY CRAP THAT ENDING BLEW ME AWAY
I literally had to put the book down and cry because I was just so taken aback by how devastating and totally world ending that is for the characters. I mean come on, the whole city? A WHOLE CITY? The way it's described is beautiful and I read it over a year ago, that scene is permanently engrained in my brain. It's just so...real. I just felt so bad for them. I can't help how frustrated I get over the lack of love for it.
Its appreciated as a work of "classic" fiction but not for how emotional it is
Well this was entirely unexpected.
Let's all take a moment to bask in some positivity
Also, have you watched the movie? The one from the 60s, not the newer one. It's very good, and has a much nicer ending
You know you have a type when you are on a rode trip reading Fahrenheit 451 and listening to Play With Fire by Sam Tinnesz.
Новости с книжной полки
Если вы хотите прочесть "451° по Фаренгейту", но боитесь наткнуться на клише, не парьтесь из-за этого.
Произведение рвёт все шаблоны, от персонажей, до их взаимоотношений. Вы ждёте любовной линии, а получаете предательство; ищете дружбу среди страниц, находите сотрудничество, порождённое страхом.
Вместо понимания — одни лишь вопросы, концовка — словно вырвали пару страниц.
Пронизанная серьёзной мыслью, говоря о серьёзных вещах, книга читается на одном дыхании, заставляя не только думать, но и чувствовать
Книга "451° по Фаренгейту" дочитана.
Теперь вот думаю, а не достать ли спички?
My aesthetic is setting Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury on fire while listening to Burn from Hamilton
I've been sitting on this for awhile, thinking about this crossover/alternate universe that I might want to make a fanfic (and possibly art) about which includes the show 9-1-1 and the book Fahrenheit 451
I don't really have an awesome name for it besides
Fahrenheit 9-1-1
But it'll do. I might take forever to make any sort of dent into what I want to do but I just want to get the idea out
Both books are amazing but start with Fahrenheit is a bit shorter. It is also an easy read, plus a fascinating concept!
just borrowed The Odyssey, there is a person to blame
A Love Letter to History
(if you could call it that)
On a cold January morning in 1914, James Joyce published the first part of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. In that very part, on a similarly cold morning just after Christmas Break, Stephen Dedalus stood huddled with other Clongowes students and watched the snow moulding itself around their boots, wondering what made Simon Moonan and Tusker Boyle, in all their ordinariness, kiss in the square.
Napoleon Bonaparte was not born Napoleon Bonaparte. He was born Napoleon Buonaparte. Napoleon Buonaparte was not born in France, but he was born French enough. Of course, they’ve forgotten that by now. They often aren’t allowed to remind themselves, either.
There is very little to say about Fahrenheit 451 that it has not already said about itself. Any review of it is only ever a paraphrasing of some chapter or other, intentionally or otherwise. In the past twenty years, it has been banned at least ten times in the US alone. I imagine censoring a book about censorship gave many people the opportunity to pat themselves on the back. Unfortunately, their intentions, however malevolent, are misplaced. In the book, the people are on the side of banning books. There is no oppression, and no need for revolution. The bars caging a mind are not so easy to topple. The guillotine falls over an empty basket, and symbolism overflows from an empty cup. There is nothing to overthrow when the fault lies with time.
History. What a heavy word.
Christopher Marlow was excommunicated by the Church, and so was one of Shakespeare’s daughters. It is claimed that he based Ophelia off of his wife. I wonder why.
Five years after that day in the square, Stephen Dedalus refused to back down from his claim of Byron’s brilliance. Words like 'blasphemous' and 'irreligious' pooled around his feet. He cupped his hands in the water and lapped it up. Everything I write now contains some shred of Stephen’s name. I wonder why.
Why is a muse called a muse? To muse is to think, to think deeply. Is a muse’s job to be a conductor of thought? Must all thought be equivalent to love? Why does the word smell like the thickest honey? Why does it sit so heavily on my tongue?
Icarus never meant to fall. If he raced toward the sun, it was only to prove that he could. And he was never on fire. Oh, he burned, alright — the melting wax made sure of it. Did he grasp at the feathers as they came free from the harness? Did he watch them drifting towards the sea? Did he notice anything happening at all? For a moment, a brief, shining moment, the sun was neither hope nor doom, but triumph.
I never could write anything on either the 31st or the 1st. There is something about endings, and something about beginnings. The sun dawned the same on New Year’s Day, but at the stroke of midnight, my phone sang like I lived my whole life before the first light.
Fifteen years after that day in the square, Stephen Dedalus parted with Cranly, unafraid of being alone,
“— and not have any one person who would more than a friend, more even than the noblest and truest friend a man ever had.”
“Of whom are you speaking?” Stephen asked at length.
Cranly did not answer.
They met again, and sixteen years after Oscar’s death, James Joyce retraced his name in “Wilde’s love that dare not speak its name” in a book I have yet to read.
It’s funny how they ban books written centuries ago. Congratulations, Ronald, a pre-industrialization schoolmaster had a broader mind than yours. A clod of dirt shifts as Shakespeare turns in his grave.
History. What a heavy word. I used to think we owed it something.
I want to write a narrative piece about censorship. When I was younger I thought it was something only in books, I never would have imagined that it would be something I would encounter in my real life. Why do people want to ban books? Books provide knowledge, they help us step into worldly perspectives other than our own. We hear stories, we learn, and we grow.
I read Fahrenheit 451 in eighth grade for the first time, and I was throughly shocked by the content. Why would a society be so afraid of books, and literature that they wanted to burn them. In my fourteen year old brain it felt like an act of immaturity, and completely unnecessary. Let the people read! Let them grow their horizons and read!
It wasn’t until I had read 1984 that I truly began to understand the point of government censorship. When I read Bradbury the year before, I was reading a required book for class, and my brain didn’t think much past the fact that I thought it was wrong. However while reading Orwell I really started to grasp at what was the reason and why it was so wrong that people were banning books.
I’ll probably come back to this later, but I am starting to write a narrative essay on this, and I needed a place to just blurt my thoughts.
personality
who would i be
if you took me apart
stripped me down to my bones
and then polished them until they gleamed
what would be running through my veins?
a hint of humor, a glimpse of girlhood
who would i be if you took out my brain
who am i if i'm not smart
an overachiever
always looking for some way to get ahead
if you dissected my heart, what would exist there?
am i anything at all?
i used to have a personality
i think
but now i am just a hollow shell of a person
it's what tiredness does to a person
stripped out my essence like the machine in fahrenheit 451 replaced mildred's bloods
see
see how i can't even write without hints of my schooling sneaking in
what have i ever been if not smart
and who will i be
when even that
is taken away
As I said, only post for November. See yall in December.
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rip Ray Bradbury, you would've loved reels and shorts and the endless for you page and raycon wireless earbuds and plasma tvs and fried attention spans and reaction channels and vr and parasocial twitch streamers