Wednesday 22 August 2018


Today would have been the 98th birthday of my friend, that brilliant fantasy writer, Ray Bradbury...

Twelve days before his death in 2012, I had my last email from Ray – sent, like all his electronic communications via his daughter, 'Zee'. Ray had been in hospital and David and I had been through the huge upheaval of packing, storing and then (a year later) unstoring and unpacking our accumulated junk.

Ray wrote:

Dear Brian,

Thanks for your wonderful note; it's always great to hear from you.

Zee read your  email to me and I cannot believe what you and David
have to go through.  Of course now that you've had to dig through all
your treasures, perhaps we should get you two here to take care of
this out-of-control homestead of mine!!!!  I love this old house of
mine and even if I didn't, I think I'd be stuck here because there's
just so much stuff.

I'm glad to hear of your new book and I do hope you'll send me a copy
of it when it comes out.

As for the Folio edition of F451, I was quite pleased with the way it
turned out.

I think Zee told you that I had been in the hospital, but this old
Martian is doing fine, so don't you worry.

I send you and David much love,


Of course, I did worry...

Six years later I still miss my favourite Martian...

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