1920 — 2012
I’ve long held the belief that there’s a little bit of Ray Bradbury in every practitioner of speculative fiction writing today. You can see it; you can hear it — in any whirling, exuberant description, and in clamshell-tight ones too; in pinpoint evocations; in memory and emotion; in every falling autumn leaf. He is there, and always will be. We don’t stand on the shoulders of giants. We stand beside them and look up in admiration. We hope we can honor the paths they trod.
I loved it when he talked about writing. In an interview on the Fahrenheit 451 DVD, he said that everything about his books was unplanned, “a passion, a madness, a great love.”
Hard to think of better writing advice than that.
(Pictured: two treasured books from my shelves.)