Tag Archives: Bradbury

I’ve mentioned in prior posts my admiration of Ray Bradbury’s writing: terrific imagery; great buildup of story via foreshadowing; excellent character development using dialogue, interaction, point of view insight; excellent form implementing plot that constructs blocks of relative traits of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’ve been planning a post on a phantasmagorical story by Borges, but this, this must come first… An action-packed scary dark night battle between boy and witch; boy on a rooftop, witch in a balloon-hanging basket.  Exciting as all get-out.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Ever on the alert for the mellifluous metaphor, the sizzling simile that strikes to the heart, runs upstairs to the brain, finds a corner and settles in forever, I find Bradbury to be generous of creative use in smoothing the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It’s easy to see why Bradbury is held by so many in such high esteem as a writer.  The particular brand of horror he brings to story would have an appeal to a diverse group.  I believe that horror is … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’m not as familiar yet with Bradbury (though I recall now that I did read, several years ago, The Illustrated Man and many short stories) so I don’t know his use of metaphor or symbolism in story, but it’s pretty … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Bradbury, fifty pages into this novel, is still setting up the scene for something quite dreadful to occur.  We know that it will be tied in with a strange carnival coming to town.  We know that Will, his father, and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Really am enjoying Bradbury’s writing style along with the story; he is truly proficient and a bit innovative on writing, such as this fine way of ending one chapter and opening another: The storm was coming.  The storm wasn’t coming.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Within the first forty pages of this novel, I already can see all the key elements of story.  Bradbury is, of course, an accomplished writer and so goes by the best rules of fiction. His main characters, Will and Jim, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

What a lovely darkly ominous opening: The seller of lightning rods arrived just ahead of the storm.  He came along the street of Green Town, Illinois, in the late cloudy October day, sneaking glances over his shoulder.  Somewhere not so … Continue reading → Continue reading →