Few film scenes have had as deep an impact on my life as the final scene among the “Book People” in Francois Truffaut’s Fahrenheit 451. The film was based on Ray Bradbury’s novel, which had been published in 1953, the year I was born. I saw the film in the fall of 1966, when I was 13, not long after I’d read the novel on the advice of a friend. I’ve been with the Book People ever since. The great independent book store here in Austin is even called “Book People.” I call it Home.
In Truffaut’s final, beautifully haunting scene, the Book People walk peacefully through a wooded landscape reciting the books they’ve memorized, the books they’ve become in order hide them from the book burners. The scene confirmed what I’d already come to suspect despite my young age: reading can be a profound form of political and cultural resistance.
Reading is a kind of mind-to-mind telepathy that opens hearts to the experiences of others, an empathy enhancing and soul-bonding technology that does and should make tyrants tremble. In fact, we might know all tyrants first by their trembling before the library doors.
It is, of course, Bradbury’s death last week that brought me back to his novel and Truffaut’s film. (I’m not the only one; this 1953 novel is today number 57 on Amazon’s best seller list.) In a 1993 forward to the book, Bradbury notes that it was published during the McCarthy Era, mentioning that then-President Eisenhower had that year stood up to McCarthy’s banning of books in American overseas libraries.
At his commencement address at Dartmouth in June of ’53, Eisenhower, in a section of remarks devoted to the subject of courage (at 29:20 in the video), said:
Don’t join the book burners. Don’t think you are going to conceal faults by concealing evidence that they ever existed. Don’t be afraid to go in your library and read every book, as long as that document does not offend our own ideas of decency. That should be the only censorship.
Telling students to approach the world with broad smiles instead of long faces (in other words, “Don’t look like McCarthy”), Eisenhower rebuked those who believed censorship was key to resisting communism, the bug-a-boo of the time:
We’ve got to fight it with something better, and not try to conceal the thinking of our own people. They are part of America. And even if they think ideas that are contrary to ours, their right to say them, their right to record them, and their right to have them in places where they are accessible to others, is unquestioned, or is not American.
In Truffaut’s film there is another scene that speaks smilingly to current events. To amplify the film’s authoritarian theme, two cops assault a man with longish hair on the street and proceed to cut the offending locks with scissors. Newscasters praise their vigilant efforts at enforced conformity. [cont'd.]
Mitt Romney, we now know, actually performed that scene as a student at Cranbrook in 1965, the year before the film was released. Confronted with the revelations of his conformist hooliganism, Romney laughed it off. In other words, Romney is precisely the sort of person Eisenhower urged Americans not to become. And a good many support him in his gutless un-Americanism.
I don’t know why I was lucky enough to become obsessed with books and reading at an early age. My parents were readers. I grew up in a smallish house with four siblings and books were a handy escape from the noise. I attended a public high school legendary for its focus on reading and writing.
But even in an enlightened school I was tucking a paperback inside the textbook we were supposed to be studying in class. Because of its time demands, formal education can be as much about excluding what we read as exposure to what teachers demand we read. Luckily, as the years went by, the gap closed between what I wanted to read and what the more experienced readers and teachers in high school and college wanted me to read.
America is not the anti-intellectual horrorshow some think it is, as Carlin Romano reminds us in his new book, America the Philosophical. Nonetheless, someone who picks up a book instead of watching football is a little suspect, if tolerated. Interestingly, the book-burning captain in Bradbury’s Fahrenheit speaks to the distracting happiness and conformity-producing power of sports, TV, and other mass diversions. Books, he notes, promote independent thought that disturbs the peace.
The threat of thought-control is obviously even greater today than it was when Bradbury wrote Fahrenheit 451. Firefighters are not yet the professional class of book burners Bradbury imagined. There’s the global authoritarian panic over the internet and the Powers’ stubborn efforts to subdue it. And, our propaganda-filled virtual world of cable news and intrusive advertising is full of a kind of fire that burns free thought to a cinder. Oh, and books are still banned.
The book-burning tyrants are still with us, trembling before the library doors, certain that their undoing lurks among the stacks. It does, praise Gutenberg.
With a loving wave to Ray Bradbury, who managed to tell us dark truths through an eternally smiling mind, here’s the American Library Associations 2012 list of the Top 10 banned books. Do what Eisenhower said. Read all of them.
• ttyl; ttfn; l8r, g8r (series), by Lauren Myracle (offensive language; religious viewpoint; sexually explicit; unsuited to age group)
• The Color of Earth (series), by Kim Dong Hwa (nudity; sex education; sexually explicit; unsuited to age group)
• The Hunger Games trilogy, by Suzanne Collins (anti-ethnic; anti-family; insensitivity; offensive language; occult/satanic; violence)
• My Mom’s Having A Baby! A Kid’s Month-by-Month Guide to Pregnancy, by Dori Hillestad Butler (nudity; sex education; sexually explicit; unsuited to age group)
• The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, by Sherman Alexie (offensive language; racism; religious viewpoint; sexually explicit; unsuited to age group)
• Alice (series), by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor (nudity; offensive language; religious viewpoint)
• Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley (insensitivity; nudity; racism; religious viewpoint; sexually explicit)
• What My Mother Doesn’t Know, by Sonya Sones ( nudity; offensive language; sexually explicit)
• Gossip Girl (series), by Cecily Von Ziegesar (drugs; offensive language; sexually explicit)
• To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee (offensive language; racism)



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ray bradbury had a profound influence on my life, emotional, intellectual and spiritual… Something Wicked This Way Comes was one of those books that, even though i had never heard of the term in those long-ago days (in 1962, i was the same age as the two protagonists), was truly a mind-altering experience… for days after reading the last page, the world looked and felt different… i believe i am a better person for having read ray bradbury…
And, yes, I DO take it personally
No comments? This must have just gone up. Thanks, Glenn- I’m a “voracious reader,” as I think many who hang out at fdl are, if not all. These days I do more reading on-screen than on paper, rather to my own surprise. I pretty much identify with everything you say in the post.
I did not know about Eisenhower’s commencement speech: “don’t join the book burners!” Wow. I am impressed.
And it’s been so long since I’ve seen the movie of “Fahrenheit 451″ that I didn’t remember much specific, let alone the hair-cutting scene. wow again.
I do kind of regret that kids discover the book on school reading lists…in our age group, we discovered it on our own, or from friends; it certainly wasn’t “required reading,” which I worry predisposes kids to find something boring, or to resist reading, much like “Silas Marner” was for us. I was in my twenties before I discovered I could actually enjoy reading Eliot or Dickens, that they wrote page-turners! Who knew?
Anyway, great post, and recommended.
On edit: hey, there’s no recommend button!
Thanks, tejanarusa. Bradbury’s stories seem tied to a universe or universes of becoming. They were very traditionally structured, but the magic could lead in so many directions to infinite possibilities. And yes, we did swap these stories friend to friend, maybe like young gamers do today. I dunno.
The temperature at which paper burns. I remember my father liked that fact from Bradbury.
We are burning in NM these weeks, it is just a horror. Planetary change, so much is being written, and it is so easy to ignore it.
I’m embarrassed to say that I am not sure that I ever read the book, I surely would remember it. I need to get it on to my nightstand.
Great post, and recommended.
Bradbury was among the many SciFi wrters that I grew up with.. In high School I had an evening job just out of Copley Sq in Boston and as I got out of school 3 hours before the start of work I spent my time in the Main Library in Copley Sq devouring the SciFi section.. I think I read about 80 or 90% of their SciFi titles during those years… And yes I did read Huxley great writer…
Thanks for a great Sunday Post as always…
Even the dystopian universes of SF are suffused with possibility. Well, so are all good stories. SF takes multiple hits: too much science or too much mysticism or whatever the realists of the day claim is unreal or unimportant.
Ooh! 3 hours to hang at the Main Library in Copley Square! (I bet that was before the “new building” was built, right? ‘Cause that happened in the ’70′s while I was living in Boston). My fave public library evah, with the possible exception of the neighborhood branch of the Indianapolis P.L. that I walked to every week of summer vacation in childhood. (It was the first love, you know).
I did not get into sci-fi much, a few things as a little kid; anybody remember Danny ? (forgotten surname) and the brainiac machine? Or a tite something like that. Pretty sure I did read F 451, but not much else you could call sci-fi.
Danny Dunn and the Homework Machine!
Ordered it from the always exciting scholastic books, as I’ve said here or somewhere else, my Amazon of the time. When that carton of books would arrive in class I couldn’t contain myself, and whatever was planned for the rest of the day by me, my friends, my teacher, my parents, was out the window.
Yes it was in the sixties 62-65 and yes it was heaven on earth those days..
And as you can imagine I would take um-bridge with that attitude towards SF.. SF was and still is a way of escapism that one needs to get you through the times that are/were tough… Just pick up your current book and find a quiet spot and just get lost.. Of course a quiet spot was not always available in a family of 6 kids, me being #4 always got second fiddle in everything.. My little sisters are twins so they got all the attention… Oh well we still love each other very much.. I Was the READER in the family and had boxes and boxes of my paperbacks and of course my treasured Library Card…. I got in trouble more than once for reading far into the late evening early mornings….
For a moment Occupy felt like those “Book People” redoubts with their funny People’s Library and the People’s Mic thing and then it was crushed and gone. In Bradbury’s novel these Book People areas existed on the edges of the larger society and were it seemed tolerated. In America today dissent anywhere is no longer tolerated. The forces of reaction are stronger then ever and growing.
Hey, Glenn! I almost wrote “Danny Dunn” but wasn’t sure…Long, long time since I read that. Or met anyone else who remembered it…
Wasn’t there a series about Danny Dunn?
Oh, yes, Scholastic Books…I loved them, too. So much fun to order and receive..yes, I guess we were primed for Amazon’s business model.
nahant…man, so much nostalgia. I love, love, love the BPL at Copley Square. Once knew the basement stacks so very well…and the periodical room, and the newspaper room (all on sticks…) Continued my education there, very well. The foreign language collection surpasses any other (public) collection I’ve ever had access to…Sigh. Have often wanted to move back just for access to the library…
I’ll bet you were a member of the “flashlight-under-the-covers” reading club….
My parents were readers…more my dad…but even a few years ago when I was visiting my now-widowed mom, she told me “you read too much.” Gee, what a bad kid!
(actually I read more when I visit her, it’s vacation! At home I have too much to do, like get ready for work, so get less reading done. Little does she know.)
I was a voracious reader as a child, for sure. And I loved those books we could order for a quarter or sixty cents, I spent all my allowance on them. And I devoured them when they arrived, how exciting. I remember the smell of them, fresh reading.
Thanks for the memories.
I read Obama’s books…
Both… lies… intentional misrepresentations by the author about the author… meant to FOOL, MISLEAD and HOODWINK an unsuspecting public.
Public relations scams… both of them. Untruthful, manipulative, lies.
Thought control…
Scholastic Books?
I don’t suppose kids get The Weekly Reader anymore
I remember how BADLY I wanted a library card. I worked so hard to learn to sign my name, it was the entry requirement for a card. I was reading as a very small child and remember the moment when I realized that the black marks on the page were words, I had learned them from memory. It was a great moment.
My father spent a lot of time reading to me, I was the oldest. The younger ones did not have that special attention. We had lots of books in the house. My father was always getting new ones that he thought would be useful to us.
Incredibly, I have a couple of files of those Weekly Readers that one of my classmates from elementary school saved and gave to me as memorabilia for a HS reunion. . .I remember reading about Kennedy going to South America, I am sure it was fairly propagandistic, I should have a look back.
Just Googled the Weekly Reader. It started in 1928 and I remember how excited we all were when it arrived. Haven’t thought about that is many years. Thanks for reminding me of pleasant memories.
To digress a little here. This morning I read where our beloved Mittster liked to dress up as a policeman, in patrol car, and put the siren on his confused and surprised friends. Combined with the hair cutting incidents these pranks shed light on his formative years and sense of humor. And they aren’t funny. He’ll make a perfect president for the kind of world that scared both Mr. Bradbury and President Eisenhower, respectively. I loved both the book and saw the Truffaut film in the mid-sixties, when TV showed the movie regularly, and wonder if any of our fearless leaders would openly recommend them today as suitable for adolescents?
I do miss back there except for the dam weather… The 90 90 in the summer (90 degrees and 90% humidity UGG) my family is all back there so I do keep up with the happenings…
I think I was a founding member of that club….And when my older went into the Air Force I had a room to my self seeing as I was then the only boy in the house….So closed door and lots and lots of reading… But summers we were in Nahant and with all that ocean and beaches and rocks and fishing swimming well not so much reading then…
Here, Elliott, are some of the covers from those charming, inexpensive paperbacks. An enterprising collector has put a lot of the covers on flikr. Anyway, we’d be given a little catalogue and order form, fill it out, hand over the money, and magically our books would arrive in class a few weeks later.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jl-incrowd/sets/72157601903080963
Here’s its history fwiw
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weekly_Reader#History
Also, if anyone was a viewer of “THE WEST WING” series on TV, there was a scene in “Two Cathedrals” where Lawrence O’Donnell (“The Last Word” on MSNBC) as an actor in this episode slapped his son when he was quoting Ray Bradbury’s work in Fahrenheit 451.
I was a voracious reader as a kid but didn’t get into sci-fi until I was an adult. One of the things I’ve always been impressed by with sci-fi is the inherent optimism so many writers show. Even when they write a dystopian future, it is only a way station to a better time.
Wow, I missed that altogether! Thanks.
I suppose we will never be rid of the book burners but they seem especially effective in today’s public schools.
I read Origin of Species when I was thirteen and immediately understood the mechanics of science. Bradbury expressed the poetry of science, and of course the much more we speak of today. I received my degree in zoology in the year Fahrenheit 451 was published.
How many copies of Origin of Species do you think are in the public middle schools of today? And the writers such as Bradbury are mixed in with the writers of fantasy.
Dangerous books, indeed. I actually don’t think the know-nothings will win, despite the pain they cause. And, in the end, if they win, they will find themselves in their very own evolutionary dead end. So we got that going for us! :)
scared to hear the answer to that one!
hmmm idk
we still don’t use the metric system – and we’re on into the 21st century.
I despair for our country akshully
I got busted in chemistry class in my senior year of high school. I was reading “Man’s Search for Meaning” behind the chemistry book. I was sent to the principal’s office and they didn’t know what to do to me. It really confused them. This was in Metairie, LA 1967. I don’t think any of the adults had even heard of the book. Later that year I had the hem ripped out of my mini skirt as I excited the bus.
I barely graduated from high school because I didn’t believe in it.
There’s an autobiographical book in this: “Searching for Meaning in the Principal’s Office.”
Oh the stories I could tell.
I’m sure that ends well.
Is it cool or hot that Amazon’s e-readers are dubbed Kindle and Kindle Fire?
What a great Diary Senator… When can we look forward to reading it???
Hope all is well with you and Ron…
There was some school where the girls had to kneel on the floor to determine is school was long enough….skirt had to touch the floor while
student in kneeling position. Wish I remembered where…yikes.
Book Salon up with Linda Hirshman’s Victory: The Triumphant Gay Revolution hosted by Todd Gitlin
“Later that year I had the hem ripped out of my mini skirt as I excited the bus.”
This is my new favorite freudian slip misspelling.
Bravo….Mary is a pretty woman from her picture….;)
An absolutely brilliant piece of writing. I was touched and informed. What in god’s name happened to the Republican Party? You read some of the things Teddy Roosevelt wrote and even Eisenhower and you realize how much hunanity was lost with the total control of the 1%. Just one little stickler, it’s foreword, not forward. I’m in the book business and this just drives me crazy.
You might enjoy this:
http://www.openculture.com/2012/06/ray_bradbury_reads_moving_poem.html