Clarisse McClellan is a very interesting character. She is reflective, calm, cheerful, curious,
and just plain different from other people.
She enjoys walking (especially in the rain), talking, and collecting
butterflies, others enjoy racing in jet cars, going to fun parks, and watching
the family (television walls). “‘But
most of all,’ she said, ‘I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway
all day and look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they
are and what they want and where they're going.’” She was not interested in how something is done but why (Bradbury 28). This was a new concept for Montag-
questioning why things are the way they are.
This was Clarisse’s role in Fahrenheit 451, to open Montag’s mind
to question things and to step outside of what the world expects of him. The first thing that Clarisse made Montag
question was whether he was truly happy.
When asked, Montag thought, “Of course I'm happy. What does she think?
I'm not?” (Bradbury 4), but when he got
home, he realized that he is not happy. Clarisse
is also quite open and friendly. She is
the only person who shows any interest in actually listening to a person, such
as Montag, and having a quality conversation.
There are not many people in the book’s society that are like her. One quote that struck me as ironic is when
Captain Beatty said, “You ask ‘Why’ to a lot of things and you wind up very
unhappy indeed, if you keep at it.” (Bradbury 28) It is interesting how Captain Beatty called
her “very unhappy” when she was the happiest and most free-spirited person in
the book. She certainly seemed much
happier than Mildred and the some people mentioned jumping off of a building in
an effort to commit suicide…just saying (Mildred almost committed suicide with
pills). It is believed that Clarisse was
hit by a car and died. The people that
killed her are some of the ones she was referring to when she said, “I'm afraid
of children my own age. They kill each other.” (Bradbury 14)
Bradbury, Ray. Fahrenheit 451. New York: Simon and Schuster,
1967. Print.
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