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The Target of the Well-read Man

Fahrenheit 451Fahrenheit 451 cover

Bradbury, Ray

Del Ray, 1992

ISBN: 978 0345342 966

Ray Bradbury’s brain scares me.  I mean that in a nice way of course, but it took me a really long time to get back into his writing after I read Something Wicked This Way Comes when I was about thirteen or so.  I totally thought that I’d outgrown the whole nightmare thing – “Ha!” Thirteen-Year-Old Me said, “nightmares are for babies!” – but it would seem that I am not immune to the powerful power of the Dust Witch.  Even typing those words gives me the goosebumps.

However, about a year or maybe a little longer than that ago, I read that Ray Bradbury was “riding out”, as the Guardian put it, in defence of libraries (you can also read a piece that the New York Times came out with around the same period).  “Well,” Present-day Me said to herself, “that’s very nice of him, but it’s no more than I would expect of any author… I mean, der, libraries buy books.”  Whoa, was that presumptuous.  I had not just underestimated the sheer volume of love that Ray Bradbury has for libraries, but attributed a kind of cruel and mercenary reason for that love.  Why all this blithering about libraries, you ask?  Hey, it turns out that I’m a librarian.  Who would have thunk it?  This post is so not about libraries though – I’m currently studying towards my masters, so I’m thinking, breathing, eating and sleeping libraries, and I really don’t want it to infect this blog as well.  It’s the last library-free bastion of one-sided conversation for me. Read the rest of this entry