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Monday, June 18, 2012

The sky Narrating


The Chaldean s come to a decision fortune and designed Mayan history as the wheel of the universe. Jules Verne imagined a trip to the moon in a capsule decorated with French furniture and Neil Armstrong came to the stage to prove that there no winds blow. The sky has been associated with gods and expedition’s disproportionate pilots transform pragmatic mystic prophets. Ray Bradbury imagined planets where youth and painful death Sundays are filled with boredom and the memory outweighs this. His intangible universe was on Earth. About Martian Chronicles, Borges wrote, "What did this man from Illinois, I wonder, when you close the pages of his book, so that episodes of the conquest of another planet I populate the terror and loneliness?

For Bradbury, space is not a future goal but a site that produces nostalgia. His epics are full of melancholy. Though it began publishing in science fiction magazines, rarely made use of technological gadgets. He narrated the conquest of Mars as the sad company that subjugated to a civilization that had drawn in the sand cities and moved forward under the red sunsets. The triumph of the human species is diminished because of the tender condition of the victims.
In Fahrenheit 451 (the temperature at which paper burns) hatched a negative utopia where books are banned and firemen engaged in burning. In the totalitarian society is fearful imagination. Dissidents memorize books to preserve them: a man is Hamlet, another Odyssey. According to the author, this is his only work of science fiction (the others belong to the fantasy genre). Interestingly, this is a severe challenge to the art, a parable about the role of culture rebel in a world obsessed with order.
Convinced that the great voyages are mental, Bradbury never had a driver's license and limited their contact with devices.
All the scenarios are close. When one of your travelers enters a room, causing the emotion of a father who returns to greet the child cannot sleep.
Their stories shed clues ground their understanding of other worlds. In "The town where nobody does not drop," says: "Crossing the territory of the United States, night, day, by train, passed like lightning through deserted villages where there is no lower than there. No one can have roots in these rural cemeteries, ever taken the trouble to visit the lonely stations. “The author of brooding Remedy for stopped on distant planets as if there had roots, reasons to visit "rural cemeteries."
In his short story "Mice" tells a story of otherness. The neighbors seem alien. Do not make noise or give signs of life. What else can be in any community?
Fan of comics, theme parks and film, Bradbury wrote the screenplay for the film splendid Moby Dick, directed by John Huston, and contributed as little to bridge the gap between high culture and popular .
In the fifties, the optimistic post-war generation enjoyed peace with appliances, pregnant women smoked nonstop, cars stretched as a musician spacecraft and announced: "the Martians came and came and ricochet dancing." The stratosphere had become friendly. That's when the visionary of Illinois published his major books: The Martian Chronicles, Dandelion Wine, The Illustrated Man, The October Country, and Fahrenheit 451. In the late sixties his lyricism slowed, largely because the conquest of space became obsessively real.
Bradbury is a settler of the solar system. On the moon, a crater named after him and his ashes will be scattered on Mars. In the golden apples of the sun to pick a ship traveling astral fire. The gesture is compared to the first man to found a branch ignited by lightning and knew he could warm his life. After suffering the horrendous solar temperatures, the crew asks to go. This address refers to the starting point. The exaggerated adventure came to bring fire to the house.
"The end of the beginning" define observatory Bradbury: "He stopped the lawnmower in the garden and knew that at the time the sun set and the stars appeared. new turf cut had rained on the face and gently dying star. Yes, there were the stars, pale at first, but going on in the clear sky and desert. He heard the screen door closed suddenly. He felt that his wife was watching as he watched the night. “The mystery of the cosmos: a man looks at the sky in your garden and a woman sees a man like heaven. Ray Douglas Bradbury led 91 laps in the sun to narrate a rare wonder: there is life on Earth.

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