Each time I read this novel, I am awed by Bradbury's simple elegance of prose, his modest motif, and his unapologetic themes. So many have misread his message, though, it's surprising. He has never been against mass media as a technology, but its thoughtless use: his characters say as much baldly. And of course, he is not arguing about government censorship so much as our general unwillingness to risk, think, offend, or extend imagination as art. What does it mean to surrender our curiosity or to live without contradiction? Sure, some of his arguments are dated now, even facile, especially in regards to minority criticism. On the other hand, he never wrote this with the expectation of writing a classic but more a dime novel potboiler, so I'm willing to cut him some slack for some careless plotting or less critical nuance.