I’m not sure how old I was when I read my first Ray Bradbury story, but I definitely remember which one it was. “The Veldt” made an impression on me that’s never faded, over more than thirty years of reading. It was truly frightening. Not because of the holographic lions killing and eating actual humans (I mean come on, really?) The driving force behind Bradbury’s stories were the people in them. The cold cruelty of the children when they are denied what they want, the desperation of the parents when they realize too late what they’ve created…it’s all so real.
On June 5th of this year, Mr Bradbury passed away. I was talking to a coworker who admitted he’d never read anything by Bradbury at all. I was utterly stunned. Knowing how many amazing tales he wrote, I just couldn’t fathom how anyone might have somehow missed reading any [...]
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