I have two favourite writers, both responsible for shaping my ideas on what the kind of fiction I love could be. Ray Bradbury, who died this week, is one of them and his Dandelion Wine and his Farenheit 451 are two of my favourite books.
His writing taught me that spec fic doesn’t have to conform to marketing categories or ‘genre rules’ and along with my other favourite writer, Issac Asimov, he showed me that science fiction was where my imagination most firmly wanted to be.
Ray Bradbury’s way of looking at the ordinary world and seeing the extraordinary in it, to this day puts a smile on my face.
It makes me sad that both these authors are gone from the world, but I can’t feel sad for the lives they lived and the words they’ve left behind.