#ray bradbury
“Fall in love and stay in love. Explode. Don’t intellectualize. Get passionate about ideas. Cram your head full of images. Stay in the library. Stay off the internet and all that crap. Read all the great books. Read all the great poetry. See all the great films. Fill your life with metaphors. And then explode.”— Ray Bradbury • Conversations With Ray Bradbury
Getting to be that time of year!
Book Review: Fahrenheit 451
Read our book review for Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
Everyone praises Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury and after reading it, I do see the appeal. Read our book review and see whether or not this classic novel is for you and what the hype is all about.
Fahrenheit 451 Summary
Guy Montag is a fireman who burns books that are outlawed as well as the house that harbors them. But a conversation with his new neighbor 16-year-old Clarisse McClennan changes…
“There will come Soft Rain”
Sara Teasdale (1884–1933)
THERE will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire.
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly.
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
Source:Bartleby
p.s. a haunting tale that features this poem is Ray Bradbury’s short story of the same name: click here to read.
after everything had mixed and simmered and worked away in silence, there would be neither fire, nor water, but wine.
Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury
Why did I read it?
- A small mention of it in this blog postonThe Thought Experiment.
- Also been meaning to read more Bradbury. That’s always a good intention to keep, probably.
Lines?
“Why do boys want their windows open wide?”
“Warm blood.”
“Warm blood.” She stood alone. “That’s the story of all our sorrows. And don’t ask why.”
Three A.M. That’s our reward. Three in the morn. The soul’s midnight. The tide goes out, the soul ebbs. And a train arrives at an hour of despair…Why?
Of Note:
The haunted carnival story from which so many of my childhood fears & nightmares sprang. Even though I had never explicitly read it, the story feels like it just seeps through all young boys’ consciousness at a certain impressionable age.
I wish I had read it back then, on a chilly Fall day. There’s something about the power of a book when it’s read at the exact right time in your life. Better late than never though.
/ Fahrenheit 451 / François Truffaut / Ray Bradbury / Oskar Werner /
Many times I find myself typing out a chapter, drilling myself, thinking that I must fit as much as I can into this vital milestone towards the completion of my story. But then I remember Bradbury.
And I am relieved from much of my stress.