Ray Bradbury had few equals in 20th century American literature. The foundation of his writing was a vivid and unbounded imagination. Horror, fantasy, speculative fiction, romance, he operated beyond the usual genre limits. Bradbury took you somewhere in the first few pages and then he turned left and turned left again.
This book is particularly haunting. The “Fireman” sets fires, rather than put them out: “It was a pleasure to burn.” Real relationships and intimacy are gutted through the unreality of a constant television flow. Books are burned. One day it all makes sense, and the next you’re running for your life. A true classic mid-century dystopia.