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One More For The Road by Ray Bradbury
Pub: Earthlight/Simon and Schuster. 290 page paperback.
Price: £ 6.99 (UK). ISBN: 0-7434-4074-9
check out website: www.earthlight.co.uk
There
are times when one looks back at seemingly innocuous moments in
our past lives and begin to think of them as events holding considerably
greater significance that we at first suspected. This happened to
me recently when I was given the opportunity to review the paperback
edition of Bradbury's 'One More for the Road'.
As I thoughtfully thumbed through the first few pages, I began
to remember a time from my early school years when I had been poised
indecisively beside one of those revolving bookstands, the ones
that unfailingly manage to cause unspeakable damage to their contents
as they are carelessly wedged into the tight shelves.
The stand seemed even more impressive to me then, a gigantic oracle
of adventure to a short young lad with a growing taste for fantasy.
I was trying to decide between two novels that had caught my attention.
One was 'The Dark Half' by Stephen King, typical fare for me back
then. The other was an intriguing little book with a strange illustration
on the front, a depiction of a torturous ghostly monster set against
an alien looking background. It was 'Something Wicked This Way Comes'
by Ray Bradbury. Needless to say,
I went with the King. At age 12, there was no competition for me
between an almost guaranteed wild ride and the enticements of some
strange unknown author.
Although I do remember that I did enjoy 'The Dark Half' considerably,
having read this heart-rending collection of Bradbury's superbly
crafted work I do wish that I had been a little less conservative
in my tastes and had chosen to start reading someone who is undoubtedly
one of the finest authors still working today.
'One More for the Road' is a collection of stories both previously
published and entirely new. It is an exciting chance to read work
from all periods of Bradbury's career, and to become aware of the
developmental tangents that Bradbury has flown down as his experience
increased.
It is interesting to see that there is no diminishment in the
quality of his writing as has been suggested from other sources.
Indeed, the quality of the newer stories actually improves. New
and old, all of the tales fit carefully into a collection that has
been deliberately sculptured around a few key themes.
The driving concepts are ones that haunt and occupy us all. Bradbury
deals with the realities of the ageing process, memory, love and
loss and how all of these entangle with each other to create our
own personal histories. I think personal is a very good way to describe
Bradbury's work.
It is personal not just to himself but also to all of us, in a
very emotional and human way. He works on the micro and not the
macroscopic scale, dealing with larger events by shedding light
on the inner workings of the soul. Having reached the age of 83,
Bradbury lends these tales of the passage of time a sense of authority
that no younger author could achieve.
In the story 'Tangerine', a man goes to a restaurant and meets
an acquaintance from a time long past that reminds him of a charismatic
man he once knew and perhaps loved. It is a tale of youth and tragedy
and the sweet pain of remembrance, as is 'Autumn Afternoon' which
tells us that sometimes it is easier to forget.
You won't spend all of your time looking sombre though as tales
such as 'The Cricket In The Hearth' and the title story 'One More
For The Road' will have you grinning like a certain cat of a Cheshire-like
appearance. The strength of these stories lies in the fact that
although packed with conceptual brilliance they elicit genuine emotional
responses altogether alien to the marionette like tuggings of a
Spielberg movie.
Also, it is fascinating to read the work of a man so secure in
his art who tells his tales from the other end of the human life
perspective. While age is celebrated, Bradbury also rejoices in
youthfulness as seen in the story 'With Smiles As Wide As Summer',
which successfully captures that moment in time where a boy might
spend ages playing with dogs as companions and feel true joy in
a day that could last forever.
Stories like 'Quid Pro Quo' and 'The F. Scott/Tolstoy/Ahab Accumulator’
go one step further than this and manage to bridge the gap between
age and youth by examining alternative uses for a time machine.
What if a time machine were built and were not used for grand schemes
such as killing Hitler (or hooking your mother back up with your
father!) but for smaller more essential things, such as saving the
potential of a failed man or easing the pain of past artists who
suffered, never knowing that one day they would be recognised for
their greatness. These are motivations that we don't just understand
on a cold scientific level, we relate to them as human beings.
The highlight of the collection is for me, the story 'Time Intervening'
which says everything about humanity's difficult journey through
this life that you could wish for, in a matter of a few pages.
The only time Bradbury falters are in the more consciously experimental
stories such as 'Beasts' which managed to lose me in it overtly
abstract meanderings. In a collection of this size though it is
impressive to have only one story that left me blinking in mildly
bemused confusion.
So in the next few weeks, if you see me pausing by the 'B' section
of the fantasy shelves in your local bookstore you know what book
I'm picking up. And about time, too.
Paul Skevington
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