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GeneChing
06-06-2012, 12:03 PM
Today I will mourn.

Science-fiction author Ray Bradbury dead at 91 (http://www.chicagotribune.com/entertainment/books/chi-author-ray-bradbury-dead-20120606,0,3340056.story)
10:47 a.m. CDT, June 6, 2012
Ray Bradbury, whose books took readers on imaginary journeys to the outermost edges of the galaxy without leaving their own back yards, has died at age 91, according to published reports. The author of classic books such as "Fahrenheit 451" and "The Martian Chronicles" was born in Waukegan, Ill, on Aug. 22, 1920, the son of a utility lineman. He was living in Los Angeles at the time of his death, his home for the past several decades.

Bradbury's daughter confirmed his death to the Associated Press on Wednesday morning. She said her father died Tuesday night in Southern California.

Author of more than 27 novels and story collections and more than 600 short stories, Bradbury has frequently been credited with elevating the often maligned reputation of science fiction. Some say he singlehandedly helped to move the genre into the realm of literature.

“The only figure comparable to mention would be [Robert A.] Heinlein and then later [Arthur C.] Clarke,” said Gregory Benford, a UC Irvine physics professor and Nebula Award-winning science fiction writer. “But Bradbury, in the ‘40s and ‘50s, became the name brand.”

Much of Bradbury's accessibility and ultimate popularity had to do with his gift as a stylist — his ability to write lyrically and evocatively of lands an imagination away, worlds he anchored in the here and now with a sense of visual clarity and small-town familiarity.

Bradbury frequently attempted to shrug out of the narrow “sci-fi” designation, not because he was put off by it, but rather because he believed it was imprecise.

“I'm not a science fiction writer,” he was frequently quoted as saying. “I've written only one book of science fiction [“Fahrenheit 451”]. All the others are fantasy. Fantasies are things that can't happen, and science fiction is about things that can happen.”

Ray Douglas Bradbury was born Aug. 22, 1920, in Waukegan, Ill., to Leonard Spaulding Bradbury and the former Esther Marie Moberg. As a child he soaked up the ambiance of small-town life — wraparound porches, fireflies and the soft, golden light of late afternoon — that would later become a hallmark of much of his fiction.

“When I was born in 1920,” he told the New York Times Magazine in 2000, “the auto was only 20 years old. Radio didn't exist. TV didn't exist. I was born at just the right time to write about all of these things.”

sanjuro_ronin
06-07-2012, 06:15 AM
I never got a chance to read any of his books ( not big into sci-fi reading) but I loved his movie shorts.
RIP Ray, you will be missed and remembered.

GeneChing
06-07-2012, 10:30 AM
I never got a chance to read any of his books ( not big into sci-fi reading)
You still have the chance to read. You always have the chance to read.

sanjuro_ronin
06-07-2012, 10:51 AM
You still have the chance to read. You always have the chance to read.

I meant before his death.
Not a fan of Sci-fi reading.
Movies I love but I just can't get into reading sci-fi.

Lucas
06-07-2012, 11:00 AM
I challenge you to read the Faded Sun Trilogy (http://www.amazon.com/The-Faded-Sun-Trilogy-Kesrith/dp/0886778697) and then tell me that!! :p

They were the mri-tall, secretive, bound by honor and the rigid dictates of their society. For aeons this golden-skinned, golden-eyed race had provided the universe mercenary soldiers of almost unimaginable ability. But now the mri have faced an enemy unlike any other-an enemy whose only way of war is widespread destruction. These "humans" are mass fighters, creatures of the herb, and the mri have been slaughtered like animals. Now, in the aftermath of war, the mri face extinction. It will be up to three individuals to save whatever remains of this devastated race: a warrior--one of the last survivors of his kind; a priestess of this honorable people; and a lone human--a man sworn to aid the enemy of his own kind. Can they retrace the galaxy-wide path of this nomadic race back through millennia to reclaim the ancient world that first gave them life?

sanjuro_ronin
06-07-2012, 11:15 AM
I challenge you to read the Faded Sun Trilogy (http://www.amazon.com/The-Faded-Sun-Trilogy-Kesrith/dp/0886778697) and then tell me that!! :p

They were the mri-tall, secretive, bound by honor and the rigid dictates of their society. For aeons this golden-skinned, golden-eyed race had provided the universe mercenary soldiers of almost unimaginable ability. But now the mri have faced an enemy unlike any other-an enemy whose only way of war is widespread destruction. These "humans" are mass fighters, creatures of the herb, and the mri have been slaughtered like animals. Now, in the aftermath of war, the mri face extinction. It will be up to three individuals to save whatever remains of this devastated race: a warrior--one of the last survivors of his kind; a priestess of this honorable people; and a lone human--a man sworn to aid the enemy of his own kind. Can they retrace the galaxy-wide path of this nomadic race back through millennia to reclaim the ancient world that first gave them life?

Sounds like a good storyline for a Porno

Lucas
06-07-2012, 11:21 AM
LOL!!! the mri are hella cool. i kind of picture them like a cross between the samurai and the norse in terms of the codes of their warrior society. and they use swords even though they are intergalactic...thats how bad ass they are. the story line is cool though, the lone human gets indoctrinated into their society and becomes one of them and nearly dies many times

GeneChing
06-07-2012, 01:16 PM
Bradbury vid (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1IxOS4VzKM)

sanjuro_ronin
06-07-2012, 01:21 PM
OIVEY !!! :eek::eek::eek:

David Jamieson
06-10-2012, 01:15 PM
RIP Ray. You were a great writer!

rett
06-11-2012, 01:13 AM
I read a lot of Bradbury back in the 1980s and was lucky enough to hear him lecture. My impression is that he was a true humanist and sought to inspire listeners and readers in ways that went way beyond science fiction.

R.I.P. Ray