Remembering Ray Bradbury…

Wow, another literary legend has crossed over into the great beyond.  I’ve read a great deal of Bradbury’s work over the years.  By no means have I read all of it; he was too prolific.  His work was hard to categorize; was it sci fi, fantasy, something else?  Who cares, it was imaginative, poignant at times and always entertaining.

As a teenager it was hard for me to choose between reading Kurt Vonnegut and Ray Bradbury, so I read them both.  Not particularly a sci fi/fantasy fan, Bradbury made those genres enjoyable for me.  His work wasn’t the technical sci fi of Asimov and Clarke and it wasn’t so fantastic that one couldn’t believe it could happen.  At times there was something charming and nostalgic about his stories.

For many years I was thrilled to be able to teach Fahrenheit 451.  The premise of firefighters existing solely to burn books was an idea way ahead of its time and sadly, it’s coming true in the sense that books are disappearing and no longer hold the mystique for many readers.

The following two quotes are from Fahrenheit 451 and sum up a few of the main ideas far better than I could:

“With school turning out more runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers, and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators, the word ‘intellectual,’ of course, became the swear word it deserved to be.”  ―    Ray Bradbury,    Fahrenheit 451

“The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are.”  ―    Ray Bradbury,    Fahrenheit 451

Bradbury’s short stories are chock-full of meaning as well.  Many are famous such as:  “A Sound of Thunder,” “The Veldt,” and “There Will come Soft Rains.”  Some are not so famous:  “Night Meeting,” “The Pedestrian,” or “The Fog Horn.”  Most contain a familiar dystopian theme.  And they’re filled with imagery and imagination.

Go to the local used bookstore and pick up a copy of Something Wicked This Way Comes or The Martian Chronicles.  They read like novels but are comprised of a series of short stories.  You won’t be sorry.

Ray Bradbury you’re with your beloved, Marguerite, smiling down on us from above.  I’ll always carry some of you with me.  Thanks for the wonderful ride.  RIP

About thequarryschild

A self-described forensic junkie, Beth Anderson spends her days shaping young minds to ask critical questions and wonder “whodunit.” Beth resides in the Capital District of New York and spends her free time reading and solving the great mysteries. Her love of swimming, tennis and sports provides the basis for one of the lead characters in her new book The Quarry’s Child. Beth is one of the founding members of the Upper Hudson Valley Chapter of Sisters in Crime (aka Mavens of Mayhem), a graduate of the FBI Citizens Academy, a survivor of a visit to an active aircraft carrier while it was at sea, and a published poet in Soundings, a literary journal. Beth continues to instill a love for mystery fiction in her students as she has for over twenty years. Photo credit: Quinn Mulvey
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One Response to Remembering Ray Bradbury…

  1. Jill says:

    Very nice blogpost, Miss Anderson!

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