Banned Books Week
“Dort, wo man Bücher verbrennt, verbrennt man auch am Ende Menschen.” [Where they burn books, in the end they will burn people.] Heinrich Heine
September 22 to 28 is Banned Books Week in the US, reminding us that there are some people who just can’t stand freedom for others.
I tolerate the publication of the works of Ayn Rand, so other people should be able to deal with Captain Underpants, the number one target for 2012.
Book banning really has nothing to do with the Left or the Right. Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle was banned by the Nazis for promoting socialism and by the communist East Germans for opposing it. Censorship is about power and controlling the lives of other people using political or religious ideology as the excuse for doing it.
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I couldn’t agree more Sir! Sadly… *sigh*
And people who know me wonder why I don’t think much of the human race. Given my past, no sane, honest individual could really think otherwise.
You probably know that Ray Bradbury (RIP 2012) wrote Fahrenheit 451 because of Hitler. From an interview Jan 2005 by Dana Gioia, former Chairman of the National Endowment for the Arts:
The Big Read: Fahrenheit 451 – Reader’s Guide – About the Author
“You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.”
–Ray Bradbury
In honor of BBW, I am reading, for the first time ever, Ambrose Bierce’s The Devil’s Dictionary. I don’t know if it was actually banned, but its first publisher insisted on changing the title to The Cynic’s Dictionary, which just doesn’t have the same edge to it. Twentieth- and 21st-century publishers restored Bierce’s title, so I suppose his shade can rest… somewhere.
I am grateful for what Bradbury did in his long and productive life, even as I cannot find it in myself to be a fan of his (ahem) overheated writing style. But I have been run off at least two blogs for expressing that opinion on a thread, so I won’t push my luck with more details here.
Kryten, I’m finally getting around to reading a 2008 work of one of my favorite hard-s/f authors, Aussie Greg Egan’s Incandescence. IMHO, he is one of the best in the world, and you may claim him proudly. He is a veritable Beethoven: he’s written fewer than a dozen novels, each a genuine masterpiece.
UPDATE: heh. Egan has written exactly nine novels, one for each Beethoven symphony, I suppose. 🙂
Bradbury told stories. Most of his stories were about things that people didn’t want to deal with, but he put it out there. Most of his work would make decent episodes for TV series in the hands of the right director. It wasn’t per se great literature, but it was great story telling that encouraged other people to start writing their own stories.
Ambrose Bierce is a wonderfully nasty writer. He was very lucky not to have been lynched for some of the stuff that he got published, given the tenor of the times in which he wrote. There were certainly a lot of people who considered him a minion of the devil, if not Old Nick himself. It is amazing how well the Devil’s Dictionary has maintained its relevance.
Mark Twain understood his times, which is why he had the publication of his autobiography delayed for a century.
The worse form of censorship is self-censorship, which we are now seeing in the mainstream media. They won’t make a stand on anything.