Comments on: Comic-Con: Ray Bradbury and "90 God-Damned Incredible Years"

By: Scott Laureano

Scott Laureano — Fri, 29 Apr 2011 18:48:39 +0000

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By: Bianca Gascoigne

Bianca Gascoigne — Fri, 19 Nov 2010 10:35:52 +0000

@2224321 dunno.. i knew the answers to all of his questions and only one of theirs :/

By: Arlene Momon

Arlene Momon — Thu, 11 Nov 2010 18:48:02 +0000

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By: Team Rosalie

Team Rosalie — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 17:21:44 +0000

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By: Arnold

Arnold — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 13:42:05 +0000

@JDC

Grow up.

By: JDC

JDC — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 11:42:00 +0000

I can’t believe, first, that we are at the point where an author would so blatantly blaspheme God’s name in a public article, and, second, that such flagrantly crude and disrespectful language is tolerated or allowed to be published. No shame, no respect, no fear of God. And no wonder America is presently being so harshly judged. The author and publishers of this article and all who read it – in fact all who live or have ever or will ever live – will one day bow before God and acknowledge Him. You’d better pray for some forgiveness before then.

By: Skeptikor

Skeptikor — Mon, 26 Jul 2010 17:17:15 +0000

I heard Ray speak at a science fiction conference in LA back around 1976 or ’77. He read a poem he had written…something about animals never being able to see the stars. It was terrible poetry. Later, outside the room, where all the writers had their book tables set up, some guy and Harlan Ellison were laughing about the poem. I remember thinking how lucky I was to have had the opportunity to hear Ray, and what a real mensch the guy was for trying a genre that was out of his usual field.

He also told us how the idea for 451 came about. One night, it was either very late or very early, depending on one’s perspective, he was taking a walk. A police cruiser pulled up and an officer asked him what he was doing, whereupon Ray responded “Putting one foot in front of the other.” I can’t remember what he said happended after that, but the upshot, I believe, was that the encounter helped to germinate the concept of a dystopian future that forms the core of the book.

Truly one of the living greats.

By: Laura

Laura — Mon, 26 Jul 2010 16:17:27 +0000

May Mr Bradbury live long and prosper. Bradbury’s Martian Chronicles wasn’t my first SF reading, but it certainly was the most poetic. My first SF was Heinlein, which was recommended by my Martin Park librarian, after I had read all the mythology. Asimov, was a good bit later. I read SF & comix in Grade school. In jr hi, I determined not to be a geekette. Then Star Trek came on and all thoughts of normality were gone.

By: R.J. Crowther Jr.

R.J. Crowther Jr. — Mon, 26 Jul 2010 09:35:07 +0000

I was at the Bradbury panel, and his word were moving and inspirational beyond words. When Bradbury arrived in his wheelchair, the crowd surged to their feet and applauded in a standing ovation that lasted several minutes.

Bradbury said he is a Zen Buddhist, and can rememeber every moment since his birth. When asked what moment he would relive if he could travel back in time, he smiled and declared “All of them!”

As for Dennis’ comment (5) Bradbury very clearly did say “explode” and “exploding,” exactly as quoted by Eric Wolff in his wonderful blog report. I think Bradbury said exactly what he meant, and the meaning of his metaphor is clear. Hearing Bradbury say he is a twelve-year-old boy inside, running, running, running and never looking back, while in his wheel chair, hard of hearing, with his speech still impaired by a debilitating stroke (none of which have quenched the fire of the immortal boy) brought me to tears. When Bradbury finished, the crowd gave him another standing ovation, and sang “Happy Birthday” to him. Bradbury closed his eyes and held up his hand, feeling the love and adoration pour from his fans. He placed his hand on his chest with a look of joy and rapture on his face, expressed his love and ended with a smile, saying, “Now get the Hell out of here.”