Two books I read recently: The Hours, read this week, and Fahrenheit 451 today. (That makes Fahrenheit 451 the first book of 2022 – not a bad start.)

The impossible: comparing these two totally different books. I’m going to try, very briefly. I will tell you in advance that I found Fahrenheit 451 to be a lot more my thing.

The story in The Hours is told from a three-person perspective. The story contains a lot of monologue interior and relatively little action. I would call Cunningham’s style baroque. The main characters in The Hours suffer under the great lives of others, which makes them feel limited. They want to break free from that, which is this book’s theme. It reminds me of Hanya Yanagihara’s overrated A Little Life, but in The Hours, unlike the pathetic protagonists in A Little Life, the protagonists do manage to move themselves to positive action.

The story in Fahrenheit 451 is told from the perspective of one person. The story is built primarily around action, and the background is mainly told in dialogues between the protagonist and extras. Bradbury’s style is tight and firm. The main character lives in a dystopian country in the future, where people’s abilities are suppressed, and all books must be burned. The protagonist “awakens” from his role in this dictatorship and takes action against it, which reminds me of 1984.