Today as I write this is August 22. Ray Bradbury was born on this date in 1920. I’m not going to look at any of his stories. As I said on this year’s Lovecraft birthday post, I’ve been kind of busy.
But I did want to take a moment to acknowledge him and the impact his work has had on my life. Bradbury was one of the greatest short story writers the world has ever produced. There are still a number of his stories I’ve not read.
Yet.
Especially from the last couple of collections. I was busy trying to keep up with a toddler when they came out. I’m hoping to do a deeper dive later this year when things slow down. Until then, I’ll raise a glass tonight in his memory.
Over the summer, I found a signed copy of various Bradbury short story collections in our local used bookstore. It sort of made up for missing the few book signings I missed when he would be in Hemet, CA, of all places.