Some years ago I remember I enjoyed the reading of Farenheit 451, Ray Bradbury's most famous novel, and I also remember enjoying it despite the terrible Spanish translation of the cheap paperback I could find (and not without some effort). This is one of those novels where the core is the idea, key, essential, basic, original, fundamental, which later the author can develop in ways which may add further layers of artistic pleasure to the final product, which may improve the seed and affect the book as a whole. Or not. To me, keeping in mind that the ill translation didn't help me in the smooth following of the plot, Bradbury's book is a clear example where the story following the seminal idea lacks the quality of the idea itself which, in this case, is the stroke of a genius. Unfolding that stroke seems in the present case, however, an agonizing struggle towards completion.
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