JasonKoivu

Fahrenheit 451 is more statement than story.

Indeed, if I'm not mistaken, it was originally just a short story that later was fleshed out into this slim, almost novella of a novel. To this reader's eyes it never progressed beyond its short story status. No, I never could love this. It's too bare. The story, the world, the characters, all are but limbless trees stripped of their bark, stark and still but for the occasional gust. All of these set pieces are in place awaiting the arrival of the main character. You'll know him by his remaining scrap of bark.

The power of the story itself is undeniable, especially touching to the hearts of bookworms. But once you've heard it pop, it fizzles away quite quickly, very similar to how if you accidentally overhear that http://datacore.sciflicks.com/soylent_green/sounds/soylent_green_people.wav you see that there's not much else in the movie to get excited about. That's the case with Fahrenheit 451, a damn good short story that's gone and got above itself lengthwise.