It’s always sad when a great author leaves us, especially a giant in his field. And you don’t get bigger, when it comes to SF, than Ray Bradbury.
Bradbury is one of those authors everyone grows up reading. There isn’t a high school in the country that doesn’t ask its students to read “Dandelion Wine”, “Something Wicked This Way Comes”, or “Fahrenheit 451″ at some point. But too many people define Bradbury by just those books, because, really, Bradbury was a master of the short story, and not just SF, either.
For example, there’s nothing quite as creepy as the dawning realization of the protagonist as to just what he is in “The Scythe”. Or pretty much the entire plot of “The Small Assassin”. He was capable of incorporating political aspects to his work without becoming preachy or pretentious: just read “There Will Come Soft Rains”, for example, a story that sticks with you. So much so that you can find a reference to it in “Fallout 3″, of all places.
Then there was his work in film and television. “It Came From Outer Space” has a silly title, but it nearly inverts the paranoia and fear prevalent in monster movies at the time. His stories helped define the tone and style of “The Twilight Zone”.
It’s hard to sum up his influence in just a few hundred words. In the end, what it comes down to was that he was an amazing storyteller, capable of scaring us and pulling the heartstrings in equal measure. We’re going to miss him, but his stories, at least, are still here.
image courtesy the Bradbury estate




The man was the poet laureate for us lovers of the fantastic genres. I hate saying things like “there may never be someone like him again” but that just might be the case. He was born in a time when a lot of people didn’t believe that we could go to the moon, and lived to a time when most people expect us to be able to leave the solar system. The things the man saw becoming a reality over his lifetime…
For good and for bad. The fact that the world of “Fahrenheit 451″ has largely come to pass in some respects must have hurt a little.
Yeah, having re-read it about a year ago it was astonishing how prescient it was – the whole self-absorbed, entertain me 24/7 aspect was startling.