As a writer Ray Bradbury was an odd duck.  He did not fit in anywhere.  For starters, he was completely anti-ironic.  What distinguished his writing was its directness, its sincerity, its vitality and enthusiastic spirit.  If he were a new writer emerging today I don’t think he would find much success in America’s current literary culture.  He was too earnest, too passionate.

I feel a great debt of gratitude to Bradbury (even though later in his life he became, strangely enough, a political right-winger) because I discovered his books as a teenager and they had a powerful effect on me at this formative stage in my life.  These books are in large part responsible for me becoming the odd person that I am now.