I’ve read this book several times in school throughout the years, but this was the first time reading it of my own volition. It struck a different chord as an adult. It’s eerie how accurately Ray Bradbury portrayed our modern world way back in the 50’s. When was the last time you walked down the street of a busy city? Most people have headphones on and their heads down. “Seashells” stuffed in their ears, as Ray put it. How many countless hours are spent watching Netflix, YouTube, or other streaming services? My man Ray calls it “spending time in the parlor”.
The creepy, distopian future portrayed in this book isn’t far off from our current world. We’re fed generous helpings of misinformation daily by the media, loved ones, and even our own governments, and not many people have the desire to think for themselves anymore. It’s easier to just pick a side and let someone else do the thinking for you. We’re all too busy spending time in the parlor (a.k.a. mindless entertainment) to question if everything going on in our world is healthy. Meanwhile, the powerful entities in the world are capitalizing on the distractions with hidden agendas. That should terrify you.
Faber turned the pages, stopping here and there to read. “It’s as good as I remember. Lord, how they’ve changed it in our ‘parlors’ these days. Christ is one of the ‘family’ now. I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we’ve dressed him up, or is it dressed him down? He’s a regular peppermint stick now, all sugar-crystal and saccharine when he isn’t making veiled references to certain commercial products that every worshiper absolutely needs.”