I used to love science fiction, back in the days when the folks I thought of as giants of the genre – writers like Isaac Asimov, Jerome Bixby, Robert A. Heinlein, Zenna Henderson, and John Wyndham, to name just a few – were on every bookseller’s Best Sellers shelf. One of the most prolific, and most-loved, of my favourite authors was Ray Bradbury, who passed away earlier this week at the age of 91.
Bradbury’s stories were part prose poetry, part haunting imagery, always fascinating, with a sense of mystery about them that was addictive. They were obviously created by a writer whose own sense of wonder and magic was alive and well. Read the rest of this entry »