The Illustrated Man, Ray Bradbury

My sister said to read this, so I bought it at the book fair last month.  Ray Bradbury can write some disturbing stories, I tell you what.  He writes beautifully – such good imagery and dialogue.  I like the frame mechanism, of the  man with illustrations on his body that begin to move, to tell the stories.  I’d read two of these stories before, the one with the nursery and the one with the falling star – hated the star, loved the nursery.  Which is about how I feel about them generally.  I like the ones that start out sort of pleasant and domestic, and then you gradually come to realize they aren’t pleasant and domestic at all but in fact really creepy.

I feel pleased with Ray Bradbury.  Maybe I will read Fahrenheit 451 again.  It’s been years.  I didn’t care for it much when I was in middle school but I am much older and more cynical these days.

3 thoughts on “The Illustrated Man, Ray Bradbury

  1. I read this years ago in high school, and it was always my favorite of his books (or at least, of the five I’ve read). The nursery story was definitely one of my favorites- in a fascinatingly horrifying sort of way. I don’t remember the one about a falling star.

  2. Aw, Jeane, you gave me an award and somehow I missed it! You’re so nice, thank you!

    Yeah, the falling star story is the one where a bunch of guys in spacesuits are drifting away from each other? Drifting off into space and talking on their intercoms or whatever? At the end a kid sees a falling star, the implication being that it’s one of them burning up. I found the whole thing upsetting when I was in high school, and I still do as a grown-up.

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