Because if there's one thing this book ain't, it's subtle. But even though its moral is written out like a neon sign, it's written out so beautifully. And, as a reader as well as a TV addict, it made me feel at once righteous and pathetic. That's some good moral.
That story I mentioned earlier, it combines many of my favourite science fiction ingredients. A notsodistant future, dystopia (my favourite topia), random science fictiony details (early in the book our hero, Guy Montag, unlocks his front door by inserting his hand in the door's "glove-hole" to "let it know his touch." After that one I had to stop reading and talk to His Beardedness about a more futuristic lock [the Brad was working in the '50s, see. 2012 imaginations have access to much sciencier things. Much sciencier]. We settled on a lock that reads your DNA without taking any kind of sample. Discuss.)
There's adventure, tragedy, humour, horror. There are countless quotable lines (which I can't quote here because the book's back at the library and it's not like I'll write them down as I'm reading because I'M READING). In short, it's a classic for a reason, and a must-read. Just be sure to get over yourself first.
This review is timelier than I'd hope (not in terms of when I read it. I finished the book two weeks ago, but the review waited until now because, you know, that TV thing I mentioned earlier). Ray Bradbury passed away recently, as elderly people, even genre-making rock-star authors, tend to do. So many people and news organizations published tributes and obits, but the one that gave me the warmest of fuzzies was the tweet sent out by everyone's favourite Canadian electronica musician with a giant mouse helmet, Deadmau5: "RIP Ray Bradbury :( you've touched many lives with your work, and even a few more recently you might not have expected! Sleep well dude!"
Isn't that nice? Behold, the generation-leaping difference-bridging power of books.