Book of the Week: Fahrenheit 451.

Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 is not necessarily the Absolutely Important Work that it’s been portrayed — as I’ve noted earlier, I have a higher opinion of people than Bradbury did — but it does have some interesting things to say about censorship.  Particularly to people who don’t realize that they’re being censorious.  Plus, you can get all his books on Kindle now.

Will get around to updating the sidebar tomorrow. Chromebook, bedtime, and beer all conspire against me. So it goes — no, wait, that’s Vonnegut.


Book of the Week: The Illustrated Man.

…I miss Ray Bradbury. Then again, who doesn’t? My only qualm about doing The Illustrated Man now is that I’m doing it now: like so many of Bradbury’s work, it’s best appreciated in autumn. Mid-autumn, when the days can still be warm, but the night wind has that delicious chill to it. I’d leave my window open those nights, as much to hear the wind rustle the trees outside as to get that crisp air that rolled in off of the sea.

I miss that air.

And so, adieu to The Crash of Empire (Imperial Stars, Book 3).


Damn. Ray Bradbury has passed.

He passed last night.

Despite the best efforts of the publishing industry, Ray Bradbury wasn’t really a science fiction author: he was a fantasist, shading into being a horror author.  A long life and a full one, with too many good books to pick just one.  I will miss him.


Book of the Week: Something Wicked This Way Comes.

Finishing up our horror theme for BotW, although how horrific Something Wicked This Way Comes really is may be up for grabs. It’s more like Bradbury’s an… October person. Or something.

And so adieu to Salem’s Lot.


Hey, Ray Bradbury will be 90 in a week!

And he sounds nicely… cantankerous.

Bradbury wrote darkly about bookburning in “Fahrenheit 451,” but he sounds ready to use a Kindle for kindling. “I was approached three times during the last year by Internet companies wanting to put my books” on an electronic reading device, he said. “I said to Yahoo, ‘Prick up your ears and go to hell.’ “

He’s right, by the way: the man doesn’t write science fiction. He writes myths that sometimes have rocket ships in them.

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