This collection includes the short story "The Electric Grandmother", which is one of the most fasinating, heart-wrenching stories I have every read.
I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC!
Ray Bradbury's stories are songs of the strange, poems of a past that never was, whispers of a future that has yet to be.
"You never know what to expect," writes The New York Times.
"A windup grandma on a Pinocchio plan. A humanoid Abe Lincoln. A baby born in--gulp--the fifth dimension or something. The ghost of Ernest Hemingway...."
Listen. He's weaving his magic again in eighteen gleaming tales of dimensions beyond our own.
"There is no writer quite like RAY BRADBURY!"--The New York Times.
Ray Bradbury's stories are songs of the strange, poems of a past that never was, whispers of a future that has yet to be.
"You never know what to expect," writes The New York Times.
"A windup grandma on a Pinocchio plan. A humanoid Abe Lincoln. A baby born in--gulp--the fifth dimension or something. The ghost of Ernest Hemingway...."
Listen. He's weaving his magic again in eighteen gleaming tales of dimensions beyond our own.
"There is no writer quite like RAY BRADBURY!"--The New York Times.
This is vintage Bradbury: an eclectic compilation of his early stories. As ever, it is loaded with forced metaphorsmostly bad. Stacked with sketchy storylines and poor prose. The long short story, The Lost City of Mars is my favorite and, for this, it is worth perusing the book. You may find, as I did, that the title story is so far out there that it is hardly recognizable as literature. Take your own chances.
