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The system was simple. Everyone understood it. Books were for burning, along with the houses in which they were hidden.
Guy Montag was a fireman whose job it was to start fires. And he enjoyed his job. He had been a fireman for ten years, and he had never questioned the pleasure of the midnight runs or 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 Guy met a professor who told him of a future in which people could think. And Guy Montag suddenly realized what he had to do.
readafew: Both books are about keeping the people in control and ignorant.
BookshelfMonstrosity: A man's romance-inspired defiance of menacing, repressive governments in bleak futures are the themes of these compelling novels. Control of language and monitors that both broadcast to and spy on people are key motifs. Both are dramatic, haunting, and thought-provoking.… (mais)
grizzly.anderson: A great study of how Bradbury came to write Fahrenheit 451 as a progress through his own short stories, letters and drafts. A similar collection of stories but without some of the other material is also available as "A Pleasure To Burn"
lquilter: "A Gift Upon the Shore" is a post-apocalyptic world; some people seek to preserve books and knowledge, but they are seen as a danger to others. Beautifully written.
Guy Montag é um bombeiro. Sua profissão é atear fogo nos livros. Em um mundo onde as pessoas vivem em função das telas e a literatura está ameaçada de extinção, os livros são objetos proibidos, e seus portadores são considerados criminosos. Montag nunca questionou seu trabalho; vive uma vida comum, cumpre o expediente e retorna ao final do dia para sua esposa e para a rotina do lar. Até que conhece Clarisse, uma jovem de comportamento suspeito, cheia de imaginação e boas histórias. Quando sua esposa entra em colapso mental e Clarisse desaparece, a vida de Montag não poderá mais ser a mesma. Um clássico da ficção científica e da literatura distópica, Fahrenheit 451 foi escrito originalmente como um conto: "O bombeiro", contido no volume Prazer em Queimar: histórias de Fahrenheit 451. Incentivado pelo seu editor, transformou a ideia inicial em um romance, que se tornou um dos livros mais influentes de sua geração – e também um dos mais censurados e banidos de todos os tempos. Foi adaptado para o cinema duas vezes, a primeira pelas mãos do lendário cineasta francês François Truffaut, e depois para diversos formatos.
Escrito durante a era do macartismo – a sistemática censura à arte promovida pelo governo americano nos anos 1950 – Bradbury costumava dizer que a proibição a livros não foi o motivo central que o levou a compor a obra, e sim a percepção de que as pessoas passavam a se interessar cada vez menos pela literatura com o surgimento de novas mídias, como a televisão. Com o passar do tempo, Fahrenheit 451 ganhou muitas camadas de interpretação: a história de um burocrata que questiona a vileza do seu trabalho, o poder libertador da palavra, a estupidez da censura às artes. Embora soubesse estar testemunhando uma transformação social única, Bradbury afirmava não acreditar que o cenário que imaginou se tornaria realidade tão rápido. Lançado em 1953, Fahrenheit 451 é hoje uma obra de leitura indispensável junto com 1984, de George Orwell, e Admirável Mundo Novo, de Aldous Huxley.
Informação do Conhecimento Comum em inglês.Edite para a localizar na sua língua.
"If they give you ruled paper, write the other way." — Juan Ramón Jiménez
FAHRENHEIT 451: the temperature at which book-paper catches fire and burns
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Informação do Conhecimento Comum em inglês.Edite para a localizar na sua língua.
This one, with gratitude, is for Don Congdon
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Informação do Conhecimento Comum em inglês.Edite para a localizar na sua língua.
It was a pleasure to burn.
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Informação do Conhecimento Comum em inglês.Edite para a localizar na sua língua.
Montag gazed beyond them to the wall with the typed lists of a million forbidden books.
It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.
But that's the wonderful things about man; he never gets so discouraged or disgusted that he gives up doing it all over again, because he knows very well it is important and worth the doing.
I'm afraid of children my own age. they kill each other. Did it always use to be that way? My uncle says no. Six of my firends have been shot in the last year alone. Ten of them died in car wrecks. I'm afraid of them and they don't like me because I'm afraid. My uncle says his grandfather remembered when children didn't kill each other. But that was a long time ago when they had things different. They believed in responsibility, my uncle says. Do you know, I'm responsible. I was spanked when I needed it, years ago. And I do all the shopping and housecleaning by hand.
But remember that the Captain belongs to the most dangerous enemy of truth and freedom, the solid unmoving cattle of the majority. Oh, God, the terrible tyranny of the majority.
The same infinite detail and awareness could be projected through the radios and televisors, but are not. No, no, it's not books at all you're looking for! Take it where you can find it, in old phonograph records, old motion pictures, and in old friends; look for it in nature and look for it in yourself. Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us. Of course you couldn't know this, of course you still can't understand what I mean when I say all this.
There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches. Every minority, be it Baptist/Unitarian, Irish/Italian/Octogenarian/Zen Buddhist, Zionist/Seventh-day Adventist, Women's Lib/Republican, Mattachine/FourSquareGospel feels it has the will, the right, the duty to douse the kerosene, light the fuse. Every dimwit editor who sees himself as the source of all dreary blanc-mange plain porridge unleavened literature, licks his guillotine and eyes the neck of any author who dares to speak above a whisper or write above a nursery rhyme.
Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore.
Do you know why books such as this are so important? Because they have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means texture. This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You'd find life under the glass, streaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you can get on a sheet of paper, the more "literary" you are. That's my definition, anyway. Telling detail. Fresh detail. The good writers touch life often.
Most of us can't rush around talking to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven't time, money or that many friends. The things you're looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book.
"Stuff your eyes with wonder," he said, "live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal."
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Informação do Conhecimento Comum em inglês.Edite para a localizar na sua língua.
The system was simple. Everyone understood it. Books were for burning, along with the houses in which they were hidden.
Guy Montag was a fireman whose job it was to start fires. And he enjoyed his job. He had been a fireman for ten years, and he had never questioned the pleasure of the midnight runs or 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 Guy met a professor who told him of a future in which people could think. And Guy Montag suddenly realized what he had to do.