I just heard that Ray Bradbury has passed away. I don't know what to say--if you're familiar with his books you know what a terrible loss this is for the literary world, the world in general, and for me personally. He had as much to do with shaping my psyche as my parents did. I called my mom and we both sobbed a little bit over the phone. This is a sharp pain. I hate to describe such a vibrant, unique, completely original man so tritely, but I lack his descriptive gift and am forced to clumsily stammer that the world was richer with him, and is markedly paler without him. He is irreplaceable.
On the JST of Hebrws 10-13
1 day ago
0 comments:
Post a Comment