
Ray Bradbury, a legend in science fiction literature, is gone. The renowned author passed away last night his family revealed this morning. No other details are available at this time.
We could talk about Fahrenheit 451, The Martian Chronicles, The Illustrated Man and countless others. Many will. That's the best to do. Get Bradbury's life-time of great work back into the conversation. Maybe some kid, with a keen interest in science fiction, will notice and take a liking. That's what happened to me. And who knows? Perhaps his work might plant the seeds in his head and lead him to become a great, new voice in the genre.
I'd like to think that's what Bradbury would want.
For me, I'll always remember him dating back to his analogy series The Ray Bradbury Theater, on the USA Network (It wasn't until years later I found out it originated on HBO). A tall old man with thick rims walking into his office, filled to capacity with toys, maps, books, pictures from his youth. And a typewriter at the center:
"People ask, 'Where do you get your ideas?' Right here! All this is mine! Martian landscape. Somewhere in this room is an African belt. Just beyond perhaps is a small Illinois town where I grew up. And I'm surrounded in every side by my Magician’s toy shop. I'll never starve here. I just look around, find what I need and begin."
That's who Bradbury will always be to me. We've lost a visionary. One who's talent and influence few will ever match.