Something somebody else wrote in a locked entry, about really Not Wanting To Know About It if any of their friends thought a certain act was acceptable, reminded me of something I know I've mentioned in several places in the past but don't recall whether I've written about in a blog entry here:
As far as I can remember, only one movie has ever given me nightmares. When I was a child, and already a voracious reader, my parents thought I should see a movie that was coming on the television. I didn't completely grasp the plot until I read the book when I was a little older; I found some parts confusing at the time. But the most important images and the basic idea stuck with me and gave me nightmares for the next several nights running.
Most of you have probably already guessed: the movie was Fahrenheit 451. I would wake up in terror from a dream about either being arrested for trying to extinguish burning books, or being thrown on a pyre of books. Or of being restrained, weeping, forced to watch books burning. <<shudder>>
I have enough trouble dealing with the notion of books being burned or buried in a landfill because they're unsalable excess from way too large a print run, or because they're damaged beyond the point of salvage, or because smebody's freezing to death and the books are the only fuel available. Those scenarios make me twitch uncomfortably. The idea of burning books because one disapproves of their content, or trying to eradicate all copies of a work, is right out. I'd have to agree with that other blogger in saying that's a squick.
This isn't connected to anything in particular except, as I mentioned at the start, having been reminded of that movie by what someone else said about the unacceptability of burning books.