Something offends me about the fact that Ray Bradbury has died in June — October would have been more appropriate, with the ground covered with dead leaves that swished as you walked through them, and the sound of a train in the distance as twilight settles and lovely dark things stir in the greyness.
Pteryxx says
Oh no.
…Bradbury also wrote about the heat and freedom of summers, too. I tell myself he died during the Venus transit. <_<
otrame says
He was an incredibly evocative writer. Well done, Ray. As your atoms wander off to do something else, we will remember you.
Randomfactor says
Too bad there’s no such thing as a Transit of Mars…yet.
Glen Davidson says
Death is an unsentimental jerk.
Glen Davidson
anuran says
Farewell Summer
scaryduck says
Dammit. What a writer.
irenedelse says
Oh, man. I didn’t knew this could make me so sad.
Desert Son, OM says
Since I’ll now never get to say it in person, thanks for Fahrenheit 451, Ray. As a young reader, it was an important illustration of the dangers of ignorance, the importance of literacy.
Ironic that so many “people of the Book” are so often the ones wielding firehoses and leading hounds.
Still learning,
Robert
Brother Yam says
What a quote. What an author.
What a loss…
G’bye Ray.
jand says
Maybe a good way to remember and honor a sexy 90-year old
talent is hot
jand says
oh shit sorry it should have been just the link…
Audley Z Darkheart (liar and scoundrel) says
My husband just called me to tell me the news.
Ray Bradbury is one of my favorite authors. I’m heartbroken.
interrobang says
Oh jeez. As much as I disliked his conservatism and the many religious references in his work, I had some fun times with it as well. I’ll never forget the first time I read “Mars is Heaven.”
mythbri says
“Death doesn’t exist. It never did, it never will. But we’ve drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we’ve got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.”
― Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes
Ms. Daisy Cutter, Gynofascist in a Spiffy Hugo Boss Uniform says
“There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches.”
An apt Bradbury quote for these times.
F says
It’s almost hilarious, the irony of learning of Bradbury’s death via the internet and computers. He’d probably appreciate it if he weren’t dead and didn’t hate them so much.
Ah, so long, Ray. Death is a lonely business, n’est-ce pas?
magistramarla says
I met him at the Cal Tech graduation in 2000 – impressive gentleman. I agree that it is very fitting that he left with the Venus transit.
Die Anyway says
I started reading SciFi right around 1960 when I was 13. Heinlein, Asimov, Pohl, and of course Ray Bradbury. I’m convinced that their stories, especially ones like Fahrenheit 451, have shaped the rest of my life. It’s been a shame to lose a lot of those great writers, dare I say ‘philosophers’ really, but I have to say that Bradbury making it to age 91 was pretty damn good. We won’t all get that many years alloted to us.
tbp1 says
I don’t read a lot of SF or fantasy these days, but Bradbury was a biggie for me when I was a teenager. I don’t think he had published anything for a long time, and I’ve never quite understood the Fahrenheit 9/11 flap with Michael Moore, but I am still saddened. He had a lyric quality few, if any, SF writers could match.
nooneinparticular says
Despite the tenor of some of his work he was not, to me, a pessimist.
“Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds.”
So long, RB. It was a fun ride.
Gregory in Seattle says
We should remember that Bradbury did not consider himself a genre writer: he wrote what he liked and damn classification. If anything, he classed himself as a fantasy writer:
I didn’t care for his political views, but he was a great, thought provoking writer.
addiepray says
I wrote to him a few years ago asking for permission to use one of his stories, “the scythe” as the basis for an animated film i wanted to make. I expected a form letter in response but instead got a very nice personal letter from the man (though I was disappointed that the gist of the letter was that the rights to that story were tied up and unavailable). I haven’t opened one of his books in a very long time (love the short stories, but never cared much for his novels, truth be told) but I may have to crack “Martian Chronicles” or “The October Country” tonight.
Sandiseattle says
Sad that, loved his works.
Agent Silversmith, Feathered Patella Association says
Someone wicked that way goes.
Wickedly talented, that is.
Sili says
So it goes.
Presumably he’ll stop suing Michael Moore now.
md says
A sincere Good On Ya, PZ, for saying something nice about a conservative.
Larry says
ABC – Azimov, Bradbury, Clarke
Three authors of my mis-spent youth all of whom contributed greatly to my interest in science, space, and reading. Now, sadly, all silent.
NitricAcid says
I’ve always wanted to make a wine from dandelions and honey, so that I could label it “A Metheglin for Melancholy”.
SQB says
One of my favorite stories by Ray Bradbury is The Sound of Summer Running. A great author.
cicely. Just cicely. says
:'(
anuran says
#28 – Then why don’t you? What better reason than to commemorate the passing of a great writer?
arbor says
I grew up reading and loving Bradbury.
He had a lot to do with my learning to love reading and, much later, writing.
I am so glad he lived and wrote.
Part-Time Insomniac, Zombie Porcupine Nox Arcana Fan says
RIP Ray Bradbury. Thanks for the books and good times.
madscientist says
He’ll be sorely missed – especially by folks who knew him. Mark Edward wrote a few words around his 90th birthday:
http://www.skepticblog.org/author/edward/page/3/
DLC says
News of Ray Bradbury’s passing definitely was something wicked.
He will be missed.
NitricAcid says
#31- because I’m usually very busy during dandelion season, and it’s tough to find enough in areas that haven’t been sprayed.
stargrave says
i like it as june. the fist chapter of the martian chronicles is called Rocket summer. with spaceX linking up with the ISS i think of it as a rocket summer.
anuran says
Nitric Acid, today is your lucky day. You can get Dandelion Essence and add it to your metheglin like you would other flavorings.
jasonbrown says
Northern Hemispherist!
It’s June down here too, but it’s also dark, cold, with leaves on the ground, and occasionally stormy. Atmospheric, in fact.
Menyambal --- Sambal's sockpuppet says
It’s June, and Douglas wants new tennis shoes for the new summer:
I just read The Sound of Summer Running from Dandelion Wine to my wife. Like a lot of people, she’d never heard of Bradbury’s happier work.
I’d like to imagine Ray Bradbury arriving at the afterlife on a June morning, and being given a new pair of Cream-Sponge Para Litefoot Shoes.
Crudely Wrott says
I wept for the sorrow of my loss when Asimov died and when death came to Heinlein, Sturgeon, Vonnegut, Clarke and so many more SF writers who helped me to forge my awareness and carve out my compassion and build my joy in this short, brutal life.
Again I weep, this time for my loss of Ray Bradbury. Not for his dying, oh, no. Such is to be expected for all. The tears are because I can no longer take for granted that he, like the others, are no longer active agents in my world, ready to guide and inform me, to take me beyond my small life with new tales, unique visions, unexpected poetry.
What is the saving wonder and the greater value is that in a few days I’ll realize that he has not really gone. His body of work is as alive as he ever was. In the weeks and months to come new bought volumes of his will sleep on my chest as I dream of elegant sailing ships and circus tents. He will most definitely live on in a very real way that we also can achieve because he shows us ourselves, shows us how.
Ray and the ones mentioned above may have gone before us but they will always remain a step ahead of us, gently calling, leading us along a narrow road through a misty night, pointing to the faint glimmer ahead. And always, always, even if annoyingly so, holding a mirror to our faces.
Someday, long past my knowing, someone will open a hot dog stand on Mars. I’ve no doubt that it will be called Ray’s Place or something very similar. I hope that some descendant of mine will step in for a dog and a brew and understand just why it has such a name.
So long, old friend. And thanks for sharing what you saw. You made me larger.
nigelTheBold, who sings like a needle to the ear says
Crudely Wrott:
I bow to you. Excellenty-said.
I have no more.
larrylyons says
It should have been October. But considering that Mr. Bradbury passed away during the Transit of Venus, that is almost as appropriate.
Farewell Mr. Bradbury, you were one of the saviors of my sanity when I was a teen. Thank you.
NitricAcid says
#38- That is an interesting idea…I’d never thought of using such extracts as flavourants before. I hesitate, because I wonder how much flavour is actually in one of those things, and I’m reluctant to help fund people who sell such things as if they were actually medicinal.
John Phillips, FCD says
Back in the mid 60s my English Lit class were given a choice of three sets of books for half of our O level (O & C board UK exams for 5th formers, age 15-16) course. We all chose the SF set comprising Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451, John Wyndham’s The Midwich Cuckoos and H G Wells’ The Time Machine. I had always liked SF but that English Lit course really turned me on to Bradbury’s works in a big way, so inevitable as death is, it is still sad news.