Something I’ve been really into recently. It’s the ‘pinging’ sound of the chill guitar, followed by the slightly synthesised voice singing over a simply drum track… it unfolds perfectly.
Another one of my rambles on books.
I finished Fahrenheit 451 today. Bradbury’s style of writing is amazing, I had to resist highlighting all the passages of beautiful language. His metaphors are amazing, open the first page and you’re smack-bang in the middle of one. Fire, a symphony. Ironic how something so cultured can be alluded to when fire is what brings down civilisations, through the burning of books.
Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 is also a discussion on what role books play in our life. Our protagonists notices something missing from the world, and figures the source of all this trouble is the books that had been going missing. He needs to be taught again what books are needed for, allowing for extended passages of definition.