There is a wonderful story in Dandelion Wine about a woman giving up the people she was in the past, realizing that those people don't exist anymore, and that the only real person is the old woman she is now. She throws out all the stuff she's collected - ticket stubs, playbills - and gives her other possessions to the children who insist that she was never young.
Bradbury is no longer the man who wrote Fahrenheit 451 or Dandelion Wine or the Martian Chronicles, a fact made clear by his really terrible reworking of his Family stories into a book length travesty a few years ago. That person is gone. It's too bad he doesn't know it.
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Date: 2007-06-05 12:59 am (UTC)Bradbury is no longer the man who wrote Fahrenheit 451 or Dandelion Wine or the Martian Chronicles, a fact made clear by his really terrible reworking of his Family stories into a book length travesty a few years ago. That person is gone. It's too bad he doesn't know it.