Ray Bradbury died this morning. He’s long been my favorite of the ‘giants’ of Sci-fi (cue the Simpsons’ quote now). His poetry and imagery were captivating in a way that set his writing apart. 91 years is a long life, so good for him.
My favorite has always been Something Wicked This Way Comes.
Aw, man! I’ll miss the crazy old coot he had become almost as much as I’ll miss the wonderful speaker, story-teller and bringer of wonder he used to be.
Thank you, Ray, for the stories, the personal time, and all the visions you gave to generations of us. R. I. P.
Long expected but still a sad day. Bradbury was an amazing writer. He may have been somewhat limited in his scope and palette but within those he was untouched as the best in the field for a very long time. Nobody understood that f&sf could truly be modern literature until he came along.