Ray Bradbury , The Outstanding Science Fiction Writer Is No More

11 Jun

Ray Bradbury , The Outstanding Science Fiction Writer Is No More

 

Flowers were placed on Tuesday on his sidewalk star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in Los Angeles. He was also immortalized by having an asteroid named after him: 9766 Bradbury. Ray Bradbury , the author of The Martian Chronicles  and Fahrenheit 451 is no more. He was slowed in recent years by a stroke  and at last succumbed to death at the age of 91. The outstanding science fiction writer died at Los Angeles at the age of 91.He did a great job in bringing science fiction to the literary mainstream. His name came at the top of the list of major science writers along with Isaac Asimov, Arthur C.Clarke, , Robert A.Heinlein  and Stanislaw Lem. Bradbury received Pulitzer citation , a rare honour which no other science fiction writer has got. His writings ranged from horror and mystery to humour and sympathetic stories about the Irish , blacks land Mexican-Americans. Bradbury besides writing his science fiction also scripted John Huston’s 1956 fims version of Moby Dick and wrote for The Twilight Zone and other TV programmes, including the The Ray Bradbury Theater. Bradbury’s family moved to Los Angeles in 1934. He became a movie buff and a voracious reader. “I never went to college, so I went to the library,” he explained. He tried to write at least 1,000 words a day, and sold his first story in 1941. He submitted work to pulp magazines until he was finally accepted by such upscale publications as TheNew Yorker. Bradbury’s first book, a short story collection called Dark Carnival, was published in 1947.

 

 

The debut occurred in 1950 with The Martian Chronicles  which contained a series of stories  that satirized Capitalism, racism, and superpower clashes through the symbolic fights between idyllic Martian civilization and the Earth colonizers. Born Ray Douglas Bradbury on Aug. 22, 1920, in Waukegan, Ill., the author once described himself as “that special freak, the man with the child inside who remembers all.” His father, Leonard, a power company lineman, was a descendant of Mary Bradbury, who was tried for witchcraft at Salem, Mass. The author’s mother, Esther, read him the Wizard of Oz. His Aunt Neva introduced him to Edgar Allan Poe and gave him a love of autumn, with its pumpkin picking and Halloween costumes. He was so poor during those years that he didn’t have an office or even a telephone . Bradbury never considered himself a science fiction author, even though he wrote two of the most famous books in the genre and was inspired by Buck Rogers and published his first fiction in science fiction fanzines. He was hardly a technophobe; he supported the space program and wrote about the possibilities of robotsFew writers could match the inventiveness of his plots: “The great fun in my life has been getting up every morning and rushing to the typewriter because some new idea has hit me,” Bradbury said in 2000.”The feeling I have every day is very much the same as it was when I was 12,” he said on his 80th birthday.

What was his attitude about internet? It is quite surprising that he advised people to avoid internet. “People are talking about the Internet as a creative tool for writers. I say, “B.S. Stay away from that. Stop talking to people around the world and get your work done,” he told Playboy magazine in 1996, aged 75.

In all, the award-winning writer penned nearly 600 short stories and 50 books, including “The Martian Chronicles” .Bradbury preferred the label fantasy to “sci-fi,” defining it as “a depiction of the unreal” and giving as an example “The Martian Chronicles,” because it was a story that could not happen.”Fahrenheit 451″ was his only sci-fi book, he said, because it was a “depiction of the real” — or of something that could actually happen in a totalitarian state.
Bradbury branched out into film, television and theatre, with an Academy Award nomination for his 1962 animated film, “Icarus Montgolfier Wright,” and an Emmy as a television writer for “The Halloween Tree.” The brief obituary cannot really do justice either to him or to his fiction.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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