When a man lives for the better part of a century, his work will leave an impact. In the case of Ray Bradbury, he leaves us with a body of work that can amaze any reader and inspire any writer.
I cannot say I have read a great deal of Bradbury’s work. I first read Something Wicked This Way Comes, a book which introduced me to wonder and fear in a fantasy tale. For me, Bradbury’s writing shines with Fahrenheit 451, a dystopian tale that, unlike 1984 or Brave New World, takes a personal approach.
Like the great classics of dystopian storytelling, Bradbury has said a lot about our modern society in past writing. Fahrenheit 451 has people glued to their televisions–which each take up an entire wall–and fixate on what they watch; no one reads. Sound familiar?
Regardless, unlike those classics of dystopian storytelling, Ray Bradbury did something with Fahrenheit 451 that no one else writing a dystopia would dare to do: He offered the reader and the characters alike hope for a better tomorrow.
I take that more than anything else from the master’s work. Thank you, Mr. Bradbury for giving us an immortal body of awe and wonder.