I just listened to Neil Gaiman’s beautiful tribute to Ray Bradbury, and these words are haunting me. Mr. Neil Gaiman, I hope it’s okay to post this; if not (or if you’d prefer different punctuation, as that’s something I’m having trouble visualizing), please let me know at [email protected].
And the people who would burn the words, the people who would take the books from the shelves (the firemen and the ignorant), the ones afraid of tales and words and dreams and Halloween and people who have tattooed themselves with stories—and boys, you can grow mushrooms in your cellar, and as long as your words—which are people, which are days, which are my life—as long as your words survive, then you lived, and you mattered, and you changed the world, and I cannot remember your name.
To listen to the whole thing, visit http://www.mediabistro.com/galleycat/neil-gaiman-reads-the-man-who-forgot-ray-bradbury_b53023.
EDITOR’S NOTE: As longtime Ray Bradbury reviewer Phil Nichols has pointed out, there is an official version of this entire piece, including the portion I transcribed. You can find that at http://io9.com/5918839/must-read-neil-gaimans-tribute-to-ray-bradbury. Many thanks to Mr. Nichols, who reviews Bradbury’s work at http://www.bradburymedia.co.uk.