Thursday, May 31, 2007

Books are for drama

As I read on and get to the third part of the book, I am surprised to find out that Farenheit 451 can get even more dramatic. The firemen get a call to a home that has been scapegoated for having books. All the whille Beatty is giving Montag this big speech about life, and surviving, and what not. But when they arrive at the home of the criminal, Montag realizes that the home is his own. The first thought that he gets is about Millie, "Millie's in there, where's Millie?" But Millie proceeds to run out the door with a suitcase packed. It seems that she already has an idea about what is going on. Montag then puts together the idea, and dreadful truth, that Mildred has ratted him out. Her own husband, all the emotion that goes into a relationship, nontheless into a marraige, right out the window. With no goodbye or anything, and I am disgusted. The lack of emotion in this book is startling and disturbing, and I don't believe I can read anymore today.

Friday, May 25, 2007

The world keeps turning, yet you never know which way

I have read along, and finished the final page of part two, entitled, "The sieve and the Salamander." As the story went on, my wish came true. Guy Montag remembered and instance when he acknowledges that there is, in fact, another man in the world at that time, that shares the truth about books. As Mildred emotionlessly leaves him alone, to tend to a phone call about, once again, her three walled reality, Montag changes sides completley, and puts his trust in a man that can be an ally to him, rather than a criminal with books that he needs to burn. Skeptical at first, the man, named Faber, has suspicions that maybe it is a trap, like everything seems to be these days. But when Guy finally convinces him that he needs help, and does not intend to cause harm, Faber agrees, and a new alliance is formed. I am very anxious to see what these to knowledgable and determined men can do together.

And so the dramatics begin.

As I move on in the novel, things begin to get sticky for Guy Montag, but quite entertaning for me. When Guy finally shows Mildred the books that he has been hoarding, the dramatics begin. Mildred is frightened, and quite stunned that a firefighter, who's job is to "keep people happy" and destroy all traces of reality, has a whole book of it hidden inside their home. Guy pleads and begs with Mildred, just to listen to what the books have to say. They very well may be the only thing that can restore order in society. As Montag says it himself, "Maybe books can get us half out of the cave, they just might stop us from making the same damn stupid mistakes!" But, unfortunatly, at this point in my readings, it seems that Guy is the only one with some sort of calling, some sort of hint, something that can open up his mind. I hope that he can find someone else who has a mind like his own, before it is too late.

How Sheltered can you possibly be?

And so the story continues. As it goes on, it continues to increase in it's dramatics, one part of the story that sticks with me the most, is when Guy Montag questions his wife, about something so special and so simple, when they first met. However, Mildred cannot remember and this makes me wonder if maybe people are so sheltered from reality and their emotions, that they cannot even remember happy memories. Mildred, along with all of her female friends that we meet a little bit farther on in the tale, all seem to be so empty inside, like all of the human senses and emotions have been sucked right out of them. This also makes me wonder if books are, in fact, what keep us so alert and so full of the emotions that we all express daily. Can books really be such a large part of our lives that without them, and without all of the history and discoveries and tales of our fellow men, we will in fact become zombies? Robots even? Without books, existance is only what you allow it to be, and in Farenheit 451, existance is only in a three walled room.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Farenheit 2.

As i continue the book, Farenheit 451, things seems to just get weirder and weirder. As i continued the story, multiple more things came up that were just too far from reality to not be mentioned. Among these things is the mechanical hound that lives in the firehouse. It describes him as having a silver needle that shoots out of him and into whoever he is hounding. The thought of this replacing a dalmation is quite farfetched in my mind. Also, when a young girl named clarisse describes the simple things in life to Guy, and he is oblivious to all of them, I begin to feel sympathy for him. This makes Guy infuriated, that he does not know what it is like to just enjoy. As they go to an older woman's house, and Guy begins to see how unessecary all of what his job really is, he begins to question the job, and himself. As his fellow firefighters smack and badger the old woman who is not resisting at all, Guy begins to feel.......bad. At this turn of events, he proceeds to steal a book from the womans house. With this turn of events, I am very anxious to read on and see what Guy thinks of the book.

Farenheit 451: An Introduction

As I begin the story of Farenheit 451, I am baffled by all of the things that are so different from our lives today, yet are talked about as if they are a normal thing. In this novel, firefighters are not used to put out fires, but to start them. They are appointed to burn literature, in order to keep people happy. It is in fact, in order to shelter them from the reality of the world, leaving most of the characters obnoxious and blind to their own reality. It is interesting for me to see these behaviors, such as when Mildred, the main character, Guy's wife tries to kill herself with a bottle of sleeping pills, and then is completley against the idea that she would ever do anything like that the following day. Everything seems so bland in this book, with the three wall tvs and the seperate beds for guy and Mildred, despite their marraige. I am very interested to see what happens in this book, and to see if order is ever restored.