Ray Bradbury Dead At 91
Ray Bradbury, author of Fahrenheit 451 and The Martian Chronicles, died this morning in Los Angeles at the age of 91. He was a celebrated author of speculative fiction, having written 11 novels, and dozens of plays, screenplays and short stories.
His grandson, Danny Karapetian, shared this with io9:
"If I had to make any statement, it would be how much I love and miss him, and I look forward to hearing everyone's memories about him. He influenced so many artists, writers, teachers, scientists, and it's always really touching and comforting to hear their stories. Your stories. His legacy lives on in his monumental body of books, film, television and theater, but more importantly, in the minds and hearts of anyone who read him, because to read him was to know him. He was the biggest kid I know."
For me, this is very sad, borderline devastating news. Fahrenheit 451 was the first book I ever read that showed me how powerful the written word could be. I revisit it once a year, and I'm always struck by the beauty in its simplicity, and the power of Bradbury's conviction.
This book was my personal nexus point--the one that sparked my love of reading, and set me on that long road toward being a writer. Despite Bradbury's age, I always held out some hope that he'd do a lecture, or some kind of event, and my path would cross with his. I've got this thing, where I like to meet and shake the hands of the authors who've inspired me. I feel like I owe Bradbury a debt, and now I can't pay it.
Except to say that, tonight, if you've never read Bradbury, pick up one of his books. Go to the bookstore on the way home. If you can't get to a bookstore, download the eBook version of Fahrenheit 451, which Bradbury probably hated, but was still released last year. And if you have read Bradbury, re-read a favorite. There's no better way to honor his memory than that.
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