Send them to me! I love nothing more than a big box of old SF paperbacks (which, as a kid, epitomized the wonder of exploring new worlds with imagination alone).
Bradbury is known as an SF writer, but in a sense, he doesn't quite fit that definition. He was a nostalgist, a romantic, a poet, and a keen observer of raw human emotion who of…
Send them to me! I love nothing more than a big box of old SF paperbacks (which, as a kid, epitomized the wonder of exploring new worlds with imagination alone).
Bradbury is known as an SF writer, but in a sense, he doesn't quite fit that definition. He was a nostalgist, a romantic, a poet, and a keen observer of raw human emotion who often (but far from always) set his vividly evocative tales on other worlds or in prospective futures, whether nightmarish or hopeful. He conveyed mood and intensity with language alone, inspiring me to become a writer myself.
Nothing transports me back to my own "golden age of science fiction" (maybe 12-15) than a box of battered paperbacks.... lucky you!
How hysterical!! In grad school, I remember having a long discussion with a friend who contended that Bradbury's SF Opus (Martian Chronicles, etc) made him an SF writer. My contention was, like your notion, that he was more than a simple SF writer. "Something wicked this way comes" is a combination of thriller/horror/SF, for instance. And then there are his Illinois prairie stories.
The Green Town stories, definitively not SF — though kinda sorta fantasy of the lightest sort, if one squints — are among Bradbury's most evocative tales.
Send them to me! I love nothing more than a big box of old SF paperbacks (which, as a kid, epitomized the wonder of exploring new worlds with imagination alone).
Bradbury is known as an SF writer, but in a sense, he doesn't quite fit that definition. He was a nostalgist, a romantic, a poet, and a keen observer of raw human emotion who often (but far from always) set his vividly evocative tales on other worlds or in prospective futures, whether nightmarish or hopeful. He conveyed mood and intensity with language alone, inspiring me to become a writer myself.
Nothing transports me back to my own "golden age of science fiction" (maybe 12-15) than a box of battered paperbacks.... lucky you!
How hysterical!! In grad school, I remember having a long discussion with a friend who contended that Bradbury's SF Opus (Martian Chronicles, etc) made him an SF writer. My contention was, like your notion, that he was more than a simple SF writer. "Something wicked this way comes" is a combination of thriller/horror/SF, for instance. And then there are his Illinois prairie stories.
The Green Town stories, definitively not SF — though kinda sorta fantasy of the lightest sort, if one squints — are among Bradbury's most evocative tales.