Now he’s dead at 91. Just wanted to acknowledge that here, since there’s no fiction warehouse anywhere that wouldn’t have a sizeable part of it reserved for the work of Ray Bradbury. Writers like that, you just wish they could write forever.
Everybody has their favorite Ray Bradbury books. Mine are Dandelion Wine, Something Wicked This Way Comes, and The October Country. But he never wrote anything that wasn’t pure magic. I never read anything by him that didn’t make me want to go out and write something myself. Of course, it’s never as easy as he made it look.