Fahrenheit
451 by Ray Bradbury is about a society bent on only feeling happiness. A society that wants to destroy anything that
makes people sad. In this case that sadness would be books, poetry or anything
of literature. The author of the book
creates a world that I would best describe hypocritical. A world that is meant
to be perfect. No pain, no suffering when in truth it seems everyone is in comatose
state of denial. The use of drugs just
to fall asleep at night, the harsh reality outside there little society that
they refuse to accept exists. The main character, Guy Montag, is a fireman whose
job is not to put out fires but to start them. They don’t just start fires on anything but on
the one thing that is not allowed in society, books. He eventually comes across
an incident that changes his life forever.
To me Fahrenheit 451 ended up to be
the most depressing book I have ever read. Throughout the first half of the book
I felt the need to just curl up in a corner and cry. That society was meant to
be all happy and jolly that turned out to be depressing and eventually suspenseful.
In comparison to another book, this would be the overly depressing version of
the giver. I think I’m going to go read the
giver now, at least that is a happy dysfunctional utopia.