RIP: Ray Bradbury, at 91: Ray Bradbury, literary genius and acclaimed author of Fahrenheit 451, The Martian Chronicles, and Something Wicked This Way Comes, died this morning in Los Angeles. He was 91.
His grandson, Danny Karapetian, shared the news:
If I had to make any statement, it would be how much I love and miss him, and I look forward to hearing everyone’s memories about him. He influenced so many artists, writers, teachers, scientists, and it’s always really touching and comforting to hear their stories. Your stories. His legacy lives on in his monumental body of books, film, television and theater, but more importantly, in the minds and hearts of anyone who read him, because to read him was to know him. He was the biggest kid I know.
This just makes me so sad to hear. My Dad first introduced my to Bradbury when he let me read our huge anthology The Stories of Ray Bradbury one cold October night. Then that Spring my 8th Grade class was doing our monthly reading thing and one of the books was The Martian Chronicles. I jumped at the chance to read it with my classmates and at the end of the reading we did a video of ‘The Off-Season’.
I will always love Bradbury because the way he writes is so… well, he was a big kid who never grew out of his passions. He scared me, made me think of things I hadn’t thought of before, and took me to small towns and far-planets full of strange, wonderful things.
I am so thankful to my Dad for bringing the stories of Ray Bradbury into my life.
Fahrenheit 451 is the most terrifying book I have ever read.
As a kid, I had the great pleasure of reading my father’s, The Stories of Ray Bradbury, for almost 3 years before reading Fahrenheit 451. If you’re not familiar with Bradbury, 451 is incredibly shocking and terrifying. I wasn’t shocked my first time reading it because my exposure to Bradbury had taught me to look past the surface meaning to see the meaning. It is not about censorship, it is about a future where information means… nothing. It has no context. Nothing to connect us to it. The information presented to us by the media is worthless. I think today that applies more than ever to the internet. And that was more terrifying than anything else for me.
I love Bradbury. I love when he scares us and makes us think and his stories can fit into almost any modern time-period. Of his short-stories, The Jar. How I despise that story because I can feel my imagination thinking about who I know and it is just.. the worst feeling in the world. My personal favorite for some reason is, The Fog Horn, especially when living in Illinois. I even love the inspiration for this story too as Bradbury said he and his wife were walking along a beach and found a ruined roller-coaster track lying half in the water like a beached, heart-broken dinosaur come to see the source of the noise that called to it.