While I was glancing at headlines yesterday, I saw that Ray Bradbury passed away. I read “All of Summer in a Day” back in elementary school and have never forgotten it. I re-read Fahrenheit 451 a year or so ago and was startled by some of the details Bradbury included in his future world that sound downright familiar nowadays. For a while, I carried a copy of Illustrated Man around with me because it fit in my pocket and I could pull it out when I found myself waiting somewhere with a few minutes to kill (no iPhone available at the time). It includes “The Veldt,” a creepy story of virtual reality run amok written before the term “virtual reality” even existed.
Maybe Ray learned about predicting the future at Los Angeles High School, where they seemed to have a pretty good handle on prognostication. The write-up on his yearbook picture reads:
- Likes to write stories
- Admired as a Thespian
- Headed for literary distinction.
They got that right.
Live forever, Ray.