Archive for the ‘Award-Winning Fiction’ Category

Came the Dreamweaver

August 3, 2012

OK, I admit it. I’m overdoing the Ray Bradbury bit, but his wonderful stories were part of what drew me into writing in the first place. My wife even thinks some of my stories sound decidely Bradbury-esque.

I think she’s goofy, but I’m secretly pleased at the comparison.

When I realized he had passed, I looked at the body of work he had created (most of which I own) and realized there was one I had not seen. So I bought it, and I just finished reading “Farewell Summer” – the 2006 sequel to his 1957 classic “Dandelion Wine.”

Perhaps it was just me, but I was disappointed.

It seemed like something left out of the original … which it undoubtedly was … and I think the original was stronger without it. Or could it be I was sorry for myself, realizing this writer of dreams was gone?

Bradbury’s writing ranged from fantasy to horror and mystery to humor. He scripted John Huston’s film version of Moby Dick and wrote for The Twilight Zone and other television programs. He was involved in many futuristic projects, including the 1964 New York World’s Fair and Spaceship Earth at Walt Disney World in Florida.

His book, The Martian Chronicles, was a series of intertwined short stories that satirized capitalism, racism and superpower tensions … a Cold War morality tale in which imagined lives on other planets serve as commentary to human behavior on Earth.

Fahrenheit 451, an apocalyptic narrative, prophesized the banning of books and it became a futuristic classic often taught alongside George Orwell’s 1984 and Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World.

He received a special Pulitzer Prize in 2007 “for his distinguished, prolific and deeply influential career as an unmatched author of science fiction and fantasy.”

Other honors included an Academy Award nomination for an animated film, and an Emmy for his teleplay of The Halloween Tree. Bradbury became the rare science fiction/fantasy writer treated seriously by the literary world.

His fame even extended to the moon, where Apollo astronauts named a crater “Dandelion Crater,” in honor of Dandelion Wine, his beloved coming-of-age novel.

Bradbury could be blunt and gruff, once exhorting listeners: “Do what you love and love what you do. If someone tells you to do something for money, tell them to go to hell.”

But he was also a gregarious and friendly man, approachable in public and generous with his time to readers and fellow writers.

His advice to writers – write!

Thanks, Ray. I think I will.

Dandelion Wine Redux

July 31, 2012

In the almost two months since Ray Bradbury died, a host of tributes have appeared, touching on almost every salient aspect of his long life and his exceptionally many-sided work.

I’ve read most of them and just came across another one online, written July 13, by John Wilson, editor-at-large for a magazine I might never have seen, if not looking for articles about Ray … Christianity Today.

I thought I would share the comments with you.

In his article, Wilson cites a June 7 Chicago Tribune feature celebrating Bradbury written by Julia Keller, which covered familiar territory, citing his many books and awards, his screenplays, etc.

Yet most of the top half of page three (I’m going to look for the issue, to see for myself) was given to a gossipy feature by Mark Jacob, headlined: “BRADBURY RODE WITH SLOW COMPANY.”

A large photo showed Bradbury on his bike, and the caption read: “Ray Bradbury didn’t drive a car, but he was often out and about in Los Angeles, browsing bookstores, his bicycle propped outside.”

A sidebar noted that while Ray Bradbury “had some amazing accomplishments … one nonaccomplishment is also noteworthy: He never got a driver’s license.”

Theories Anyone?
There were several theories proposed to explain this quirk in his personality. One even said Bradbury’s “abiding fear of automobiles” was probably attributable to the multiple-fatality accident he had witnessed shortly after moving to Los Angeles in 1934, at age 13.

The theory said, for Bradbury, “it remained a recurring nightmare.”

But I don’t buy it. Throughout his long and prolific career, Ray Bradbury, a master of the short story, also wrote novels and poetry, radio dramas and screenplays. He even served as a consultant to NASA. He was often seen in limos. If you were to ask me why Ray Bradbury, the long-time futurist and visionary didn’t drive, my answer would be simple.

Because he was Ray Bradbury.


AP Photo/Steve Castillo

An Early Indie Writer

July 28, 2012


Helen Beatrix Potter’s Frederick Warne & Co.
Original Edition “The Tale of Peter Rabbit” © 1902

Helen Beatrix Potter (July 28, 1866 – December 22, 1943) was an English author, illustrator, natural scientist and conservationist best known for her imaginative children’s books which celebrated the British landscape and country life, featuring animals such as those in the still beloved The Tale of Peter Rabbit.

However, what you might not know, the book, and her black & white illustrations for it, were originally rejected by publishing houses. Not to be dissuaded, Potter published her children’s book privately, at her own expense. In today’s climate of electronic indie publishing it’s not something unheard of … but it was exceedingly rare in 1901.

A family friend, Hardwicke Rawnsley, had great faith in Potter’s simple children’s tale and made the rounds of the London publishing houses with her self-published work to represent her.

It was Frederick Warne & Co., who had previously rejected the tale, who reconsidered and accepted the (as they called it) “bunny book.” Potter agreed to add color to her pen-and-ink illustrations and, on October 2, 1902, The Tale of Peter Rabbit was officially published.

It was an immediate success. Beatrix Potter continued to write, illustrate and design spin-off merchandise based on her children’s books for Warne until she had published a total of twenty-three books.

Potter left almost all the original illustrations for her books to the UK National Trust. The copyright to her stories and merchandise was given to her publisher, Frederick Warne & Co, now a division of the Penguin Group.

Today, 110-years later, Potter’s books continue to sell throughout the world, in multiple languages. Not bad for someone who was originally an indie writer. Perhaps there’s some hope for me yet.

Happy Birthday, Beatrix.