Every October I re-read it and get more than a little furious at how unfairly good Bradbury was pic.twitter.com/XPMTEa0yIP

— B. Bolander (@BBolander) October 30, 2019

Yeah. I almost can’t read Bradbury anymore because everything is so rich and dense with metaphor and allusion that it’s like drinking a milkshake from a firehose. It’s good but damn does it arrive a bit too quickly.

I once wanted to write like Bradbury. I still sort of do, but I’d dial it back from furious technicolor phantasmagoria to a more muted eastmancolor feel.