Imagine my surprise today, when opening my browser at work, to discover that Ray Bradbury passed away yesterday at the age of 91. Of course, we all come to an end, and we should all be so lucky as to get to 91 years, but wow… it’s weird to see this headline.
I’ll admit, I haven’t seen much of his work, but I know his influence, and I’ve seen some of his most influential works. When I was young, my dad and I watched The Martian Chronicles and it left me with memories that have haunted me ever since. Mr. Bradbury was able to use the elements of his story to craft something that is rightfully considered a classic in the genre.
Other works of his, not leastways Fahrenheit 451, A Sound of Thunder— honestly, to name only the best of his stories will still take up a full article of its own. You know what? I remember watching a TV adaptation of The Veldt once. Its ostensibly listed as children’s literature on his Wikipedia page. The story of two children addicted to their virtual reality wall of their nursery, and how they ultimately have to eliminate their parents to ensure they are never separated from their precious wall is another one that left indelible marks on my imagination.
I love to write. If I ever rise to being a third as good as Ray Bradbury, I will die a happy man.