Today I learned that Ray Bradbury had died.
From the day I snagged a library copy of Fahrenheit 451 (due to a school board election in which one candidate ran on the platform of removing it from the curriculum), Ray Bradbury had me hooked. It’s funny how his short stories sneaked in to the most unusual of places. I found “The Flying Machine” and “A Sound of Thunder” in my middle school English textbook, and my junior year, after reading “The Fall of the House of Usher”, my American Lit teacher stuck a photocopy of “Usher 2000” in my hands. There were anthologies edited by Martin Greenberg that had his stories within, and somewhere in my days as the librarian for the science fiction society I belonged to in college, I acquired a used hardcover copy of three of his anthologies bound together- The Illustrated Man, The Martian Chronicles, and Dandelion Wine. I just read a short essay on Bradbury criticizing him for not having written anything of note since the 1960s, but I completely disagree- although these are probably still my favorite stories, I love his writing for making me think.
I heard Bradbury speak once, on a double bill with Douglas Adams. I have to say that Douglas Adams, as much as I love his writing, was not a great speaker. Bradbury, however… Even in a wheelchair, mere days after a stroke, he was compelling and fascinating. Age, and even illness, did not stop his agile mind. Just this year, I discovered the “official” graphic novel of Fahrenheit 451, with an introduction by Bradbury, where he wrote about how, as time passed, he had been able to reflect and recognize the origins of the book. Which has, ironically, been the target of censors many times, including his own publishers. If not for libraries, this book could never have been written- it’s a true dime novel, written on a typewriter in the basement of a library, at the cost of ten cents per half hour. You can find it at your library and check it out today, knowing that libraries have not only defended the book, but also allowed for its creation in the first place.
Bradbury resisted having his books come out as ebooks, but they did recently come out in that forrm. If you’ve never read his work now is an excellent time to start, and you have all kinds of choices. A giant of literature, with the talent to create compelling, disturbing, and sometimes terrifying visions of the future present, he will be missed.
Anne Rutherford
June 12, 2012 at 5:29 pm
Thank you for your pithy and relevant tribute to Ray Bradbury. I share your experience of his writing “sneaking in”: first encountered him in his wonderful ode to sneakers The Sound of Summer Running in my 6th grade reader. I devoured his short stories as a teen-ager.
You’re right, he does make you think,. When I started one of his short stories I never knew what rabbit hole he’d be pulling me down – funny, sad, creepy, terrifying, illuminating. But always worth the ride. His spirit may have left his body, but he will never, ever die.