I saw the news tonight. Ray Bradbury has died at the age of 91.
Bradbury was the author of many great books like Fahrenheit 451, The Martian Chronicles, and my personal favorite, Something Wicked This Way Comes.
His science fiction writings often predicted things and events such as the invention of ATM machines. He even prophesied live-action crime on television screens. The immensity of our consumerism. And he hinted often at other worlds, friend or foe.
He has inspired my dreams… and my nightmares. And my writing. I am not gifted in the sci-fi genre, but Bradbury’s books make it so readable, that as a writer I couldn’t help but pick up a beginner’s foray into the unknown.
His great style of combining the detailed color of environment with even more colorful characters has been a staple of school reading for decades. His plots and settings were so dramatic, yet simplistic. Around any normal corner could lurk the largest hero, or smallest shadows. And sometimes both.
The world is a bit lonelier tonight, but the stars are having a party. Their Master of Ceremonies is home.
What’s your favorite Ray Bradbury book?
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