Yesterday, an icon, a legend, passed away.
I’ve read a handful of his work and watched many of them on The Ray Bradbury Theater. I read his Zen in the Art of Writing periodically (I just love this book). While, like any author, I may not have liked all his work, I’ve always loved his imagination. It always seemed so playful! Sure, some of it was quite serious, like Fahrenheit 451, but I loved how he spent his life playing…imagining. Writing. How he looked out into the world like a child, always in awe and wonder! He always hearkened back to his youth in Waukegan, Illinois. And I’d heard him say he had a perfect memory…but I definitely believe he had perfect nostalgia. I think “Ray Bradbury” should be included in very definition of the word.
It was a life well spent. Might one even say, “charmed“?
Mr. Bradbury’s wife of 57 years, Marguerite, died in 2003. Little is said of his wife, so I urge you read about her.
The best story (but it’s true) I’ve ever heard from or about Mr. Bradbury was about Mr.Electrico, in 1932. I love the reincarnational, the magical, the mystical of this anecdote! And it, indeed, had set the tone for the rest of his life! I hope that he an Mr. Electrico can, once again, meet! I’m sure they have plenty of weird tales to tell each other!
Thank you…for everything. For making the world shine a little brighter….
Farewell, Ray Bradbury!
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Wonderful tribute to a great author and man. Thanks!
Thank you, Annie–and thanks for stopping by!