This is Montag, Block 813!"
"Come in Cousins...be one of the FAMILY!"
Rest In Peace, Ray Bradbury!
with love, Montag813
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I had the great good fortune to have had a high school English teacher who was a Bradbury fan. She loaned me some of his books, and I was hooked. The man could conjure feelings like no one I’d read before.
Farewell Mr. Bradbury. You will forever occupy a unique niche in American literature and we are all the richer for having enjoyed your works.
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Ping for one of your faves.
RIP, Ray Bradbury.
God rest ye gentle soul, Mr. Bradbury.
God rest ye gentle soul, Mr. Bradbury.
Enjoyed so many of your books, Mr. Bradbury. Rest in peace, sir.
Clarke, Asimov, Heinlein, now Bradbury. Who’s left? Frederick Pohl ... But he must be 100 by now. Even Lester Del Ray and Andre Norton are gone.
Dim hopes for sci fi’s future.
Long time Bradbury fan.
Ray’s friend Stan Freberg put him in this prunes commercial
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xEz6AoGxOJc
A few days ago actor Dick Beals passed on; he never went through puberty and kept a boyish look and appearance. I never heard it but I understand Beals starred in a radio
adaptation of Bradbury’s “Hail and Farewell”, about a man
in his 50s who also was stuck in a boy’s body due to a gland
malfunction.
11-22-63 Stephen King book on time travel does seem inspired by the “butterfly effect” Ray wrote about
Many of his tales are on CD. I bought a bunch from eBay, transferred them via MP3 to a flash card and on long trips, play them over a plug-in device that transmits a short-range signal to an unused radio station on the car’s radio. Sure makes the trip go faster.
Brilliant, evocative wordsmith. R.I.P.
For your scifi ping list.
I expect Pournelle to have some good things to say about him.
This is Montag, Block 813!"
"Come in Cousins...be one of the FAMILY!"
Rest In Peace, Ray Bradbury!
with love, Montag813
“June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done, and gone forever with only the sense of it all left here in his head. Now, a whole autumn, a white winter, a cool and greening spring to figure sums and totals of summer past. And if he should forget, the dandelion wine stood in the cellar, numbered huge for each and every day. He would go there often, stare straight into the sun until he could stare no more, then close his eyes and consider the burned spots, the fleeting scars left dancing on his warm eyelids; arranging, rearranging each fire and reflection until the pattern was clear...
So thinking, he slept.
And, sleeping, put an end to Summer, 1928.”
Farewell, Mr. Bradbury, and thank you for all you did.
Mr. Brandbury was a great human being, even if he’d never written a word.
I will never forget hearing him say, and I heard this in person with my own ears, “There is a free PhD education for everyone in this country. You’ll find it at your local library.”
RIP Mr. Bradbury.