A GREAT review of The Bradbury Chronicles from today's (4/27) LA TIMES is included below. For those interested, there was also a very scholarly, very serious, and very positive review of Sam's book in the NATIONAL REVIEW a few weeks back. I'll try to find it online and post it!

Hope to see some of you at the ALA Convention! I'll be with Sam on Monday to watch him conduct the live satellite interview ith Mr. Bradbury!

G-Force out!

Los Angeles Times

WEST WORDS
Ray Bradbury's sunny terrors
The Bradbury Chronicles The Life of Ray Bradbury Sam Weller William Morrow:
384 pp., $26.95

By Jonathan Kirsch
Jonathan Kirsch, a contributing writer to the Book Review, is at work on a book about the origins of the biblical Book of Revelation and its role in
American history and politics.

June 26, 2005

"Like many in my generation," Sam Weller writes at the outset of "The Bradbury Chronicles," "I am a lifelong, card-carrying member of the Intergalactic, Time-traveling, Paleontology, Mummies, Martians, Jack-o'-Lanterns, Carnivals, and Foghorn-coveting Ray Bradbury fan club."

The fact that Weller is an unapologetic fan explains the meticulous detail and the cheery tone of his biography. But if "The Bradbury Chronicles" is exhaustive, it is never exhausting, and each anecdote adds light and color
to the portrait he has painted of a writer of real accomplishment. By the end of the book, we are able to see the inner workings of the remarkably imaginative mind ticking away inside Bradbury's best-loved work.

Bradbury, who was once dubbed "The Poet of the Pulps" by Time magazine, is a literary icon and a national treasure, but his influence extends well beyond the printed page. He has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and Weller detects his influence on everything from comic books to architecture:
"Arguably, no other twentieth-century literary figure can claim such a sweeping cultural impact." (Among Bradbury's other claims to fame is the fact, duly noted by his biographer, that he is the rare Angeleno who has
never driven a car.)

Ray Bradbury was born in 1920 in Waukegan, Ill. It was a place with both "a palpable magic and a shadowy dark side," Weller writes. Bradbury depicted the town in "Something Wicked This Way Comes" and the semi-autobiographical "Dandelion Wine," which Bradbury's wife, Maggie, confides is her husband's favorite of his works.

Another early influence in his life was radio. Bradbury recalls a memory from when he was 2 years old: His grandfather took him upstairs to show him
the crystal radio he'd built and placed a set of earphones over the toddler's ears. "I could hear music in Far-Schenectady," Bradbury recalls, adding: "I didn't realize at the time that I was listening to the future."

Of course, much of Bradbury's best writing has nothing to do with the futuristic technology that dominates science fiction, and everything to do with Earthbound terrors. Bradbury's childhood anxieties provided the raw
material for his tales, as in the story "The Thing at the Top of theStairs." The only lavatory in his family home was at the end of a long staircase in the shadowy attic, and his thrifty father left the light off at
night to save on the electric bill. "This meant that little Ray, terrified of the dark, had to climb into the unknown," explains Weller. "He was convinced that a monster lurked in the attic, so he would rather hold it or urinate on the staircase."

Weller singles out many defining moments in Bradbury's life - his self-education in the stacks of Waukegan's Carnegie Library, where he read "The Wizard of Oz" and "Nancy Drew"; the evening in 1931 when he was
summoned to the stage of the Genesee Theatre to assist Blackstone the Magician in a showy illusion; and the day in 1932 when a carnival performer called Mr. Electrico singled out the boy in the front row, knighting him
with a sword and uttering a benediction: "Live forever!"

"I decided that was the greatest idea I had ever heard," Bradbury told his biographer. "Just weeks after Mr. Electrico said this to me, I started writing every day. I never stopped."

Bradbury and his family arrived in Hollywood when he was 13. It was a fateful move. He was star-struck from the first moment, loitering at studio gates in search of autographs - "There you are, you little son of a bitch!"
W.C. Fields said after complying with Bradbury's request. He was already on the way to a writing career. At 15, he was cranking out spec scripts for "The Burns & Allen Show," although he managed to place only a single joke on
the radio program. By 1937, he saw his name in print for the first time - in a poetry anthology over a piece titled "Death's Voice"; four years later, he broke into the science-fiction pulps with the publication of "Pendulum" in Super Science Stories.

Weller makes the crucial point that Bradbury "was never very interested in the technological underpinnings of science fiction," nor has he ever suffered from the paranoid gloom and apocalyptic doom that characterize the
work of a writer like Philip K. Dick. Indeed, Bradbury has never been confined to the science-fiction ghetto - his story "Homecoming," for example, was rejected by Weird Tales but accepted for publication in Mademoiselle, and "I See You Never" appeared in the New Yorker. By 1953, with the career-making "The Martian Chronicles" and "Fahrenheit 451" already in print, Bradbury was about to begin work on his adaptation of "Moby-Dick" for director John Huston. "Do you want the Melville Society's version of 'Moby-Dick,' or the Jungian version, or the Freudian version?" Bradburyasked Huston, who replied: "I want Ray Bradbury's version."

Bradbury comes across as a writer who aspired to (and achieved) literary heights but remains a yeoman entirely free of literary pretension. "Ray Bradbury lived his life in a race against time," explains Weller, who includes an oft-told tale about how Bradbury wrote "Fahrenheit 451" on a rented machine in the UCLA library's typing room in just nine days "at a total cost of $9.80 (forty-nine hours of typewriter time)." As a cheerful and optimistic writer, Bradbury surely deserves - and has gotten - a
biographer who possesses the same qualities.

"I have a strange and incredible Muse that, unseen, has engulfed me during my lifetime," Bradbury has written of himself, describing how he was inspired by a Frederick Seidel poem about "A Demon not afraid of happiness":
"That perfectly describes that Demon that sits now on one shoulder, now on the other, and whispers things no one else hears." Weller has eavesdropped on those conversations, and "The Bradbury Chronicles" allows us to listen in too.

Thanks for posting this! I enjoyed it.