It’s the End of the World, As Ray Bradbury Saw It
For reasons I can’t explain, science fiction has always sent me to sleep. Perhaps it’s because I find living in the present scary enough. The pleasures of Ray Bradbury’s futuristic work—let alone H.G. Wells’—have passed me by. Even Truffaut’s film of Mr. Bradbury’s 1953 classic, Fahrenheit 451, failed to convert me to the sci-fi cause. Read More
