It’s going to be all right. “Easy to say, but how?” It’s up to you. “Oh, fine. It’s up to me? That’s supposed to make me feel better?” Actually, yes.
Continuing musings from the conclusion of Fahrenheit 451 … Post-apocalyptic literature assumes that a cataclysm of some kind is the inevitable climax to dystopia — but catastrophe is always avoidable, until it isn’t. A series of choices makes the situation worse and worse until Big Brother micromanages lives (Nineteen Eighty-Four) or the populace lives inContinue reading “The ones who remember”
There was an empire and an emperor, and neither could see faces; they only saw the people, and they treated the people as if they were their children, and they taught the people to serve the emperor and the empire, but they never saw the faces, they only saw the mass, and they didn’t seeContinue reading “The myth of the masses”
An article making the rounds the other day noted that Ray Bradbury predicted all this, writing in his dystopian classic Fahrenheit 451, that people would demand tyranny and censorship, that it would not be forced upon us but enforced by popular demand. Yes, Bradbury’s book does contain that bleakness. But — But Fahrenheit 451 endsContinue reading “Emerging From Dystopia”