Born August 22, 1920 in a hospital on St. James Street 11, in the city of Waukegan, Illinois. Full name – Raymond Douglas (second name after the famous actor Douglas Fairbanks). Grandfather and Great-grandfather Ray, the descendants of the first settlers – the English, who sailed to America in 1630, in the late 19th century published two Illinois newspapers: (in the province this is a certain position in society and fame). Father – Leonard Spaulding Bradbury. The mother is Marie Esther Moberg, a Swede by birth. At the time of Ray’s birth, his father was not even 30, he worked as an electrician and was the father of a four-year-old son – Leonard Jr. (together with Leonard Jr. his twin brother Sam was born, but he died two years of age). In 1926, Bradbury has a sister – Elizabeth, she also died as a child.
Ray rarely remembered his father, more often his mother, and only in his third book (“Medication for Melancholy,” 1959), can the following dedication be found: “To the Father with love that awoke so late and even surprised his son.” However, Leonard the elder could not read this, he died two years before, at the age of 66 years. A vivid reflection this unmentioned love found in the story “Desire”. In the book “Dandelion Wine,” which is essentially a book of childhood memories, the main adult character is named Leonard Spaulding. The collection of poems “When the elephants last blossomed in the courtyard” was furnished with the following dedication: “This book is in memory of my grandmother Minnie Davis Bradbury, and my grandfather Samuel Hinxton Bradbury, and my brother Samuel and sister Elizabeth.” They all died long ago, but I still remember them. “
“Uncle Einar” existed in reality. It was a favorite of Ray’s relatives – when in 1934 the family moved to Los Angeles, there he moved – to the joy of his nephew. Also in his stories there are the names of another uncle – Biona, and Aunt Nevada (her family was called simply the Neva).
Ray Bradbury has a unique memory. Here is how he says about it: “I always had what I would call an” almost complete mental return “by the time of birth, I remember the cord cutoff, I remember how I sucked my mother’s breast for the first time. The nightmares that usually lie in wait for a newborn, I know that it’s impossible, most people
do not remember anything of that kind, and psychologists say that children are born not fully developed, only after a few days or even weeks they are able to see, hear, know But I – I saw, heard, knew: “. (remember the story “Little Assassin”). He clearly remembers the first snowfall in life. Later reminiscence – about how his, three-year-old, parents first took with them to the cinema.
“My early impressions are usually connected with the picture, which now stands before my eyes: an eerie night journey up the stairs: It always seemed to me that I should step on the last step, as I would immediately face a monstrous monster waiting for me at the top I rolled down with my head and cried to my mother with weeping, and then we again climbed the stairs again, usually the monster flew off somewhere, for me it remained unclear why my mother was completely devoid of imagination: she, I have never seen this miracle whisper “.
In the family of Bradbury there used to be a legend about the witch in their own family tree: great-grandmother, allegedly burned in the famous Salem trial of witches in 1692. There, however, the convicts were hanged, and the name of Mary Bradbury in the list of those held “on the case” could be a mere coincidence. Nevertheless, the fact remains that since childhood the writer has considered himself to be the great-grandson of a witch. It is worth noting that in his stories the evil forces are just kind, and the otherworldly beings are much more humane than their pursuers – the Puritans, the bigots and the “purse” – containers.
In Los Angeles, the Bradbury family moved to the 30s, at the height of the Great Depression. When Ray graduated from high school, he could not buy a new jacket. I had to go to the graduation party in the suit of the late uncle Lester, who died at the hands of a robber. The holes from the bullet on the stomach and back of the jacket were gently darned.
“On trains: in the late evening hours I enjoyed the company of Bernard Shaw, JC Chesterton and Charles Dickens – my old friends following me everywhere, invisible but perceptible, silent, but constantly agitated: Sometimes Aldous Huxley sat down to us, blind, but inquisitive and wise, Richard III often traveled with me, he raged about murder, erecting him into virtue. Somewhere in the middle of Kansas at midnight, I buried Caesar, and Mark Antony shone with his eloquence when we left from Aldeberi Springs ”
Rey Bredberi did not stumbled to college, he completed his formal education at the school level. In 1971 he published an article titled “How did I graduate from the library or the Thoughts of a teenager who visited the moon in 1932 instead of college?”
Many of his stories and stories are called quotes from works by other authors: “Something Wicked This Way Comes” – from Shakespeare; “Outlandish wonder” – from the unfinished poem of Coleridge “Kubla (s) Khan”; “Golden apples of the sun” – a line from Yeats; “The electric body I sing” – Whitman; “And the moon is still silvering over the former rays:” – Byron; the story “Who was asleep in Armageddon” has the second title: “And to see dreams can be” – a line from the monologue of Hamlet; the beginning of “Requiem” by Robert Louis Stevenson – “The sailor returned home, he returned home from the sea!” also gave the name of the story; the story and the collection of stories “The Machines of Happiness” are called a quote from their William Blake – this list is far from complete.
Jules was faithful to my father.
Edgar Allan Poe – was my cousin; He was like a bat – he always lived in our dark attic.
Flash Gordon and Buck Rogers are my brothers and comrades.
That’s all my relatives for you.
I also add that my mother, in all likelihood, was Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, the creator of “Frankenstein”.
Well, who else could I become, if not a science fiction writer with such a family. ”
In the study of Ray Bradbury, the car number” F-451 “is nailed to the wall, while he himself did not sit behind the wheel.
“And what about my grave stone? I would like to take an old lamp post in case you wander to my grave at night and say” Hi! “And the lantern will burn, turn and weave some secrets with others – weave forever. you come to visit, leave an apple for ghosts “