An online commonplace book
There’s nothing in the living world like books on water cures, deaths-of-a-thousand-slices, or pouring white-hot lava off castle walls on drolls and mountebanks.
Poet, this Ray Bradbury guy.
As read from: Something Wicked this Way Comes
Bradbury, Ray. Something Wicked This Way Comes: A Novel. New York, Simon & Schuster, 1997. pg11
For a writer I associate so much with writing from the subconscious I was surprised to discover Ray Bradbury’s outlines for the Martian Chronicles.
I’m astounded at Jonathan R. Eller and William F. Touponce’s dedication to the research and cataloging of Ray Bradbury’s fiction writing career.
But it’s like Mr. Bradbury says:
Everything I do is a work of love. If it weren’t, I wouldn’t do it. I would like for people to say of me, ‘Bradbury’s books are all his children. Go to the library and meet his family.’
We’re fortunate they did.
From: Ray Bradbury the Life of Fiction. Jonathan R. Eller, William F. Touponce. The Kent State University Press.
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