Title: Fahrenheit 451
Writer: Ray Bradbury
Year: 1953
Publisher: Eksmo
Age limit: 12+
Volume: 170 pages.
Genres: Social fiction, Science fiction, Foreign fiction

Our world is already captured by computer technology. We stopped communicating with our family in person, we stopped noticing those little joys that surround us and accompany us every day. When was the last time you looked at the stars or admired a beautiful flower? But every day we sit on social networks, watch TV series, listen to the news. This is not life, this is existence.

This is exactly what Ray Bradbury writes about in his book Fahrenheit 451. It is at this temperature that paper begins to burn. There are no more books in the world, and those that remain are simply burned, because no one needs them. There are no human souls in this world, there are only insensitive shells. Just imagine, you communicate with your loved ones on the most banal topics, you are simply not interested in how your relatives live, how their health is. You don't care about anything at all. Of course, even in such a world there are those who think a little differently. But he will be “cured” by specialists, and he will become like everyone else, a robot, weak-willedly performing his duties. And these people seem happy. Or they simply convinced themselves that they were happy.

In fact, the book Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury is very scary. This is like a look into the near future, which essentially awaits humanity. Just a little more and we will become the same as the heroes of the work. We will stop studying, and we will not need books at all. The author very skillfully shows how important education and love of literature are. We need to learn, change, and then the world will become even better, more colorful and happier.

In the book Fahrenheit 451 there are many main characters who tried to go against the system in one way or another. Imagine that there is a river with its own rapid current. To achieve any results, you need to swim against the current. At first this seems possible. You resist, you try, but sooner or later the waves will still overwhelm you and send you to the bottom, when you show even the slightest weakness and doubt yourself. This happened in this work as well.

You can put up with what is happening around you, you can try to become the same, but deep down you just despise society, or you can do real things, seek support, resist, fight and, most importantly, never give up, otherwise everything will be in vain.

Intellectual dullness is the most terrible punishment for people. When it is empty both outside and inside, when there is nothing that could simply evoke emotions. Many cannot stand this and simply leave this world. Ray Bradbury's book Fahrenheit 451 shows what the world is like today and what can be done to change this situation.

This work was loved by many and not because the author has amazing imagination or a unique writing style. After reading the book “Fahrenheit 451”, you will understand how terrible our world is, even though everyone keeps saying that technology works miracles and our future lies with it. Ray Bradbury opens the eyes of every reader, makes him think, stop and look back. Perhaps you will begin to see something more. And this will be the first step towards a wonderful future.

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451 degrees Fahrenheit Ray Bradbury

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Title: Fahrenheit 451

About the book "Fahrenheit 451" by Ray Bradbury

Ray Bradbury's book Fahrenheit 451 is one of his most famous works. Among the author’s equally beloved novels is The Martian Chronicles. By the way, the book “Fahrenheit 451” is on the list of books that everyone should read.

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So, before us is a fantastic dystopian novel, a look at the American future - as it was seen. What do we see in him? Perhaps nothing good: a complete collapse of humanity and humanity. The new person no longer has a soul or individuality, but he does have a TV. Lots of TVs and TV series. All the walls are simply covered with them, like wallpaper...

The main character of the work “Fahrenheit 451” is fireman Guy Montag. Only now he doesn’t extinguish the houses, but on the contrary, he burns them. And only those in which...books were found! Yes, exactly books. Because the goal of the system is to raise completely identical people. The book in this case is a strategic weapon of human resistance against the system, and it must be destroyed.

It's sad to see how quickly the volume of books is declining. A classic becomes a fifteen-minute TV show, a note in a burned encyclopedia... It is not needed for the society of the future. As Montag's boss, Beatty, says, in this case everyone will be the same, and no one will be able to stand out. In general, these are the people the system seeks to manage.

Ray Bradbury told us a lot by exaggerating the influence of mass media. He showed how stupid people become who don't read. In the book Fahrenheit 451, the most striking example of this is Montag's wife, Mildred. Empty inside, she only needed an additional television screen. It exploded when something violated the normal routine. And in general, she turned out to be a kind of Pavlik Morozov...

This book also contains complete antipodes to the “new people”. This is Clarissa McLelland, Professor Faber and a kind of spiritual opposition. Therefore, all is not lost... Read for everyone who loves dystopias. Fahrenheit 451 is one of the best examples of its kind.

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Book description: Ray Bradbury became famous after the publication of his novel Fahrenheit 451. It is at this temperature that paper burns. A fantasy novel, a future in which there is no place for books, no place for those who think freely. Everything has been replaced by television programs. But there is an army of law-abiding human robots, human zombies who stupidly carry out the commands of the ruling group of rulers. But the opposition is alive, and people have hope for a bright future.

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Ray Bradbury

451 degrees Fahrenheit

451° Fahrenheit is the temperature at which paper ignites and burns.

TO DON CONGDON WITH GRATITUDE

If they give you lined paper, write across it.

Juan Ramon Jimenez

Preface to the edition of the novel Fahrenheit 451, 1966

From age nine until my teens, I spent at least two days a week at the city library in Waukegan, Illinois. And in the summer months there was hardly a day when I could not be found there, hiding behind the shelves, inhaling the smell of books, like overseas spices, getting drunk on them even before reading.

Later, as a young writer, I discovered that the best way to get inspired was to go to a Los Angeles library and wander around, pulling books off the shelves, reading a line here, a paragraph there, snatching, devouring, moving on, and then suddenly writing on the first one I came across. piece of paper. I would often stand for hours at filing tables, scratching on these scraps of paper (they were constantly kept in the library for researchers' notes), afraid to stop and go home while I was possessed by this excitement.

Then I ate, drank and slept with books - of all kinds and sizes, colors and countries: This manifested itself later in the fact that when Hitler burned books, I experienced it as acutely as, forgive me, when he killed people, because throughout the long history of mankind they have been one flesh. Whether mind or body, being thrown into the oven is a sin, and I carried it inside me, walking past countless doors of fire stations, patting service dogs, admiring my long reflection in the brass poles along which firefighters slide down. And I often walked past fire stations on my way to and from the library, day and night, in Illinois, as a boy.

Among the notes about my life, I found many pages with descriptions of red cars and firemen with rattling boots. And I remember one night when I heard a piercing scream from a room in my grandmother's house, I ran into that room, opened the door to look inside and screamed myself.

Because there, climbing up the wall, was a glowing monster. He grew up before my eyes. It made a powerful roaring sound, as if coming from a furnace, and seemed fantastically alive as it fed on the wallpaper and devoured the ceiling.

It was, of course, fire. But he seemed like a dazzling beast, and I will never forget him and the way he held me spellbound before we ran off to fill the bucket and kill him to death.

Probably these memories - about thousands of nights in friendly, warm, huge darkness, with puddles of green light from lamps, in libraries, and fire stations, and the evil fire that visited our house in person, later combined with the knowledge of new fireproof materials, served to so that Fahrenheit 451 grows from notes into paragraphs, from paragraphs into a story.

Fahrenheit 451 was written entirely in the Los Angeles library building, on a paid typewriter that I was forced to feed ten cents to every half hour. I wrote in a room full of students who didn't know what I was doing there, just as I didn't know what they were doing there. Some other writer must have worked in this room. I like to think so. What better place to work than the depths of a library?

But now I am leaving, and I am leaving you in the hands of myself, under the name Montag, in another year, with a nightmare, with a book clutched in my hand, and a book hidden in my head. Please walk a little path with him.

HEARTH AND SALAMANDER

Burning was a pleasure. It’s a special pleasure to see how fire devours things, how they turn black and change. The copper tip of the fire hose is clenched in his fists, a huge python spews a poisonous stream of kerosene onto the world, blood is pounding in his temples, and his hands seem like the hands of an outlandish conductor performing a symphony of fire and destruction, turning the torn, charred pages of history into ashes. A symbolic helmet, decorated with the number 451, is pulled low on his forehead, his eyes sparkle with an orange flame at the thought of what is about to happen: he presses the igniter - and the fire greedily rushes towards the house, painting the evening sky in crimson, yellow and black tones. He walks in a swarm of fiery red fireflies, and most of all he wants to do now what he so often amused himself with as a child - put a stick with a candy into the fire, while books, like doves, rustling their wings-pages, die on the porch and on the lawn in front of the house, they take off in a fiery whirlwind, and the wind, black with soot, carries them away.

A hard smile froze on Montag’s face, a grimace smile that appears on a person’s lips when he is suddenly scorched by fire and quickly recoils from its hot touch.

He knew that, returning to the fire station, he, the minstrel of fire, would look in the mirror and wink in a friendly manner at his burned, soot-smeared face. And later, in the dark, already falling asleep, he will still feel a frozen, convulsive smile on his lips. She never left his face, never for as long as he could remember.

He carefully dried and hung his shiny black helmet on a nail, carefully hung his canvas jacket next to him, washed with pleasure under the strong stream of the shower and, whistling, with his hands in his pockets, crossed the landing of the upper floor of the fire station and slid into the hatch. At the last second, when disaster seemed inevitable, he pulled his hands out of his pockets, grabbed the shiny bronze pole and creaked to a stop just before his feet touched the cement floor of the lower floor.

Walking out onto the deserted night street, he headed towards the metro. A silent pneumatic train swallowed him up, flew like a shuttle through a well-lubricated pipe of an underground tunnel and, together with a strong stream of warm air, threw him onto an escalator lined with yellow tiles leading to the surface in one of the suburbs.

Whistling, Montag climbed the escalator into the silence of the night. Without thinking about anything, at least nothing in particular, he reached the turn. But even before reaching the corner, he suddenly slowed down his steps, as if the wind, blowing from somewhere, hit him in the face or someone called him by name.

Several times already, approaching the turn in the evening where the star-lit sidewalk led to his house, he experienced this strange feeling. It seemed to him that a moment before he turned, someone was standing around the corner. There was a special silence in the air, as if there, two steps away, someone was hiding and waiting and only a second before his appearance suddenly turned into a shadow and let him through.

Perhaps his nostrils caught a faint aroma, perhaps on the skin of his face and hands he felt a slightly noticeable increase in temperature near the place where someone invisible stood, warming the air with his warmth. It was impossible to understand this. However, when he turned the corner, he always saw only white slabs of deserted sidewalk. Only once did he think he saw someone's shadow flash across the lawn, but it was all gone before he could look or say a word.

Today, at the turn, he slowed down so much that he almost stopped. Mentally, he was already around the corner - and caught a faint rustle. Someone's breath? Or air movement caused by the presence of someone standing very quietly and waiting?

He turned the corner.

The wind was blowing autumn leaves along the moonlit sidewalk, and it seemed that the girl coming towards her did not step on the slabs, but was gliding over them, driven by the wind and leaves. Bending her head slightly, she watched the tips of her shoes brush against the swirling leaves. Her thin, matte white face shone with affectionate, insatiable curiosity. It expressed slight surprise. Dark eyes looked at the world so inquisitively that it seemed that nothing could escape them. She was wearing a white dress, it rustled. Montag fancied that he heard every movement of her hands in time with her steps, that he even heard that lightest, elusive sound - the bright trembling of her face when, raising her head, she suddenly saw that only a few steps separated her from the man standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

The branches above their heads, rustling, dropped a dry rain of leaves. The girl stopped. It seemed that she was ready to shrink back, but instead she looked intently at Montag, and her dark, radiant, lively eyes shone as if he had told her something unusually good. But he knew that his lips uttered only a simple greeting. Then, seeing that the girl, spellbound, was looking at the image of the salamander on the sleeve of his jacket and at the phoenix disk pinned to his chest, he spoke:

You are obviously our new neighbor?

And you must be... - she finally took her eyes off the emblems of his profession - a fireman? - Her voice froze.

Fahrenheit 451 is a philosophical novel by Ray Bradbury that has become widely known. The name was not chosen by chance: at a temperature of 451° paper ignites.

Ray Bradbury describes a world in which keeping and reading books is taboo. Firefighters do not fulfill their direct purpose - saving people, but burn books and even houses of people who own literature. Possession of books is a crime punishable by law. Throughout society there is an opinion that this is being done for the good, so as not to instill contradictory thoughts and reasoning in the minds of people. The lack of literature does not allow members of such a society to develop and think about their lives. It is believed that the lack of spiritual and intellectual development will help humanity get rid of difficult thoughts about the meaning of its existence. It is important not to be “smarter than your neighbor.” Thus, the idea can be traced that the lack of spiritual development is the key to the happiness of all mankind. The most important thing is to get rid of negative emotions. The world is ruled by a consumer attitude towards everything; only material things have value. No one cares about feelings and experiences, personal communication is kept to a minimum.

The emptiness in the souls and minds of the characters, the meaninglessness of existence, dispassion and indifference cause sadness, make you think about the meaning of life, about spirituality and make it clear that you need to value not only material things. The novel raises concerns about what our real world might come to if society is aimed only at obtaining material benefits, avoiding communication, emotions, enjoying nature and simply the opportunity to feel and experience experiences.

The work belongs to the Fantasy genre. It was published in 1953 by the Azbuka publishing house. The book is part of the "Classics (soft)" series. On our website you can download the book "Fahrenheit 451" in fb2, rtf, epub, pdf, txt format or read online. The book's rating is 4.35 out of 5. Here, before reading, you can also turn to reviews from readers who are already familiar with the book and find out their opinion. In our partner's online store you can buy and read the book in paper form.