Ray Bradbury created the Illustrated Man for a 1951 short story collection. The man was a fellow whose flesh had become the canvas for a carnival witch who tattooed him with multi-colored scenes.
Anyone studying the elaborate mosaic on skin sees the tattoos swirl into stories. This happens to a young man on a walking tour of Wisconsin. When the man meets the Illustrated Man and becomes fascinated, unable to look away even though he's been warned against gazing too long.
The tattoos show the young man tales of technology gone awry, examinations of social attitudes, chillers about mankind's darker side.
You realize in talking with Bradbury that he is an illustrated man, this chap soetimes called Cosmic Ray. His career has stretched from the days of the pulp magazines to the present and encompassed not just the science fiction and fantasy stories for which he is best known -- about one-tenth of his total output -- but also detective fiction, memoirs, poetry, plays and essays.
Not covered with a frightening maze of images, he is nonetheless a man with a multitude of stories, which spring instead from his imagination, illustrations of a thousand wonders. The silver-haired author who also penned The Martian Chronicles, Green Water, White Whale, Something Wicked This Way Comes and more, confirms in conversation that the office portrayed in the opening moments of television's "The Ray Bradbury Theater" is indeed the land of imagination where he labors, filled with mementoes of 40 years. His favorite item: an 8-foot Bullwinkle, a gift from his daughters. ("You can imagine them carrying that in.")
He sits in that "magician's toy shop" for a telephone interview conducted in advance to coincide with his appearance at Centenary College, Shreveport, to discuss "One Thousand and One Ways to Save the Future."
I ask about beginnings, recalling an essay about a certain summer of his youth in which those in his hometown knew to steer clear because he was destined to regale them with enthusiastic accounts of tales he'd been reading. He doesn't respond to that specifically, though he answers. The year he was 8, the total field of science fiction struck his imagination. Buck Rogers was new and Edgar Rice Burroughs had already given the world not only Tarzan but John Carter of Mars, a swashbuckler thrust into an almost medieval world on the red planet.
"I think Burroughs influences more young men than any other writer," Bradbury speculates. He's talked not just with other authors but scientists as well and found that shared interest with the likes of Carl Sagan and Arhur C. Clarke.
It goes back further than that season of 8, back to the time he was 3 and collecting metaphors -- myths and fairy tales and sips of dandelion wine. He offers those illustrations Tuesday night to the crowd of 1,500 at Centenary College's Gold Dome. Young and old have gathered. To some he's the longtime master of miracles, to others, he's required reading in the flesh; the freshman class has been studying Fahrenheit 451.
In his black suit, blue shirt and tie, Bradbury looks like a breathing version of his cover photos, standing beneath the dome's ceiling, a sky of white cubes. They seem appropriate as a backdrop. They look like building blocks for one of the futuristic cities of his dreams.
He draws laughter as he tells of how he "walked funny" after seeing Lon Chaney in The Hunchback of Notre Dame. "When I was 5, Lon Chaney made the Phantom of the Opera in 1925," he continues, then recalls the film's impact on his imagination -- he borrowed a relative's opera cape and fashioned it to his own needs, sported a set of fake fangs and dropped from trees to scare passers-by.
"There were plans afoot to drown me in Waukegan, IL.," he recalls with a chuckle.
When the laughter dies, he mentions the impact of King Tut's golden mask when he first saw it on a magazine cover in 1923. Color photos were a rarity then, and this served as his introduction to Egyptian myth.
"When I was 8 years old, science fiction magazines were beginning to appear," he recalls. "They had these fantastic covers with the fabulous cities of the future. I wanted to live in those cities."
For three months after the Buck Rogers comic strip debuted, he clipped it daily. "That changed my life forever," he says, though that change was born of pain. As he voiced fascination with the space man's exploits, friends began to taunt about guns and jet packs. "None of these things were ever going to happen," they told him, and with the stinging of their words, he tore up his collection.
"That was the dumbest thing I ever did," he recalls.
The next day he burst into tears as if he'd lost a loved one. "Who died?" he wondered and knew the answer. "I had killed myself. I had killed the future.
"I went back and collected Buck Rogers and made my life whole, and I've never listened to a damn fool after that."
He suggests audience members heed his advice in pursuing the things they love and the quest for that at which they can excel.
"The search begins in the next 10 minutes," Bradbury quips, and excuses any who need to leave and get on with it.
It was when he was 12 and living in Tucson that myth and metaphor began to come together and his search moved on, he continues in his crisp Midwestern tone as our phone conversation rolls along.
He sat down that year to write his first novel.
From that illustration others would blossom and over time he would reach millions.
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A breakthrough came as he wrote a story called "The Lake," he tells his Centenary audience. It was 1942. He'd been writing 10 years, but something was different, something had changed as that story flowed from his imagination. "I had learned to write instinctively. I was learning to write from the heart, the stomach, the soul," he says.
He began to look at things differently -- the night, the attic, a pumpkin -- and to write about them "and then proceed to scare the hell out of myself with each of these."
After a visit to his doctor, the idea for a story that became "The Skeleton" struck him, a tale of a man frightened by his own skeleton. He rushed home to write it.
"I learned when you get an idea like that you seize it," he tells his young audience with a straightforward admonition, passing on advice another writer once gave him. "Don't tell anyone what you're doing," he says.
Telling a story gives someone a chance to criticize it and to take away its joy and the energy of the enthusiasm.
"Just get it done," Bradbury says.
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Has anyone escaped the reach of Bradbury's tales, those that came from his soul? He's touched people just as Buck and Burroughs. If there had been no Edgar Rice Burroughs, a television commentator once said, NASA might never have sent a probe to the Red Planet.
And what if there had been no Bradbury?
"The Veldt," the first story in The Illustrated Man tells of a family with a recreation center in their home that re-creates environments including the African veldt in a realistic and ultimately frightening fashion complete with man-eating lions. It was an anticipation of virtual reality, and virtual realists today call "Cosmic Ray" their father.
I ask if there are other things technological that have turned out as he once thought or feared.
Modern television is just what he worried it might become, he confides: "A lot of it is a sort of terrible horse manure that I thought it was going to be."
"I advise people almost every time I lecture not to watch local television," he says. Local news shows are all about rapes and murders and funerals and AIDS, he protests. He sees "nothing good, nothing positive" in that and warns that the weight of a thousand days of such adversities can break the spirit.
It's impossible to turn around without glimpsing the O.J. Simpson trial circus, he agrees. "The whole thing is odious."
That brings up another of his stories, "The Parrot Who Met Papa" which is collected in Long After Midnight. It's a whimsical tale which recounts the media frenzy generated when a parrot-- who perched in "Papa" Hemingway's favorite haunt-- is discovered. The world learns The Old Man and the Sea creator told the bird his last short story. Everyone wants the bird, and the story's hero has to resort to dark tactices to keep the tell-tale parrot safe.
"I love that story," Bradbury says, and it's true, it does seem to reflect the 15-minutes-of-fame culture. "We're all tempted to go kill the Queen of England and write a book about it," he says.
He's needed no such sensationalism for his own work, however. I ask someting I've always been curious about -- which came first, the concept or the title. Did he run across the phrase "something wicked this way comes" in Shakespeare and decided to write a story that suited it, or did he write a novel which seemed to fit the phrase.?
It was the latter, he answers. It all began when he met the carnival side show's Mr. Electrico.
A grand tale that is as he expounds on it to the audience. "He sat in a chair and got electrocuted every night," Bradbury explains, painting this illustration so the crowd can envision the barker on a long ago carnival midway: "We are now going to put one million volts into Mr. Electrico's fragile body!"
Bradbury and friends went nightly, checking to see if one time the electric chair would work, but Mr. Electrico always survived to take up a sword and aim it at his amazed patrons.
As he pointed the sword, the guests hair would stand on end. When he aimed it at Bradbury one night, and the charge turned his hair into needles, Mr. Electrico said: "Live forever!"
Bradbury thought: "Gee, that's a great idea."
He went back the next day to ask how that could be done and encountered Mr. Electrico anew. The carnival man, a defrocked Presbyterian minister, befriended the young Bradbury and told him: "We've met before."
He saw in Bradbury the soul of a friend killed in the
"What a double gift," Bradbury says. "He gave me the past and the future."
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Another of his illustrations, more recent, comes to mind, a piece called "Banshee." I only recently learned it was based on his experiences with John Huston when they worked on "Moby Dick" in Ireland
The story was adapted as an early "Ray Bradbury Theater" with Peter O'Toole as a film director haunted by the howl of the legendary portent of death.
Some of it really happened. Some was made up, but as with other works, Bradbury continued with the theme, crafting Green Water, White Whale about his experiences with Huston.
The story was adapted as an early "Ray Bradbury Theater" with Peter O'Toole as a film director haunted by the howl of the legendary portent of death.
Some of it really happened. Some was made up, but as with other works, Bradbury continued with the theme, crafting Green Water, White Whale about his experiences with Huston.
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If the love of Buck Rogers was an impetus for the young Bradbury, a love of Huston's films would propel him even further on his search.
"I'd seen his `Maltese Flacon' 20 times. Paid twice," he tells his audience, explaining he once had a friend who owned a theater.
After he had three books to his credit, Bradbury asked his agent to set up a meeting with the director. That occurred Valentine's night 1951, and he handed Huston copies of The Illustrated Man, The Martian Chronicles and Dark Carnival.
In August 1953, Huston gave him a call. Bradbury's imitation of Huston's deep rasp is so accurate it's like hearing the director's old RCA commercial.
Huston asked: "How'd you like to come live inIreland
"I'd seen his `Maltese Flacon' 20 times. Paid twice," he tells his audience, explaining he once had a friend who owned a theater.
After he had three books to his credit, Bradbury asked his agent to set up a meeting with the director. That occurred Valentine's night 1951, and he handed Huston copies of The Illustrated Man, The Martian Chronicles and Dark Carnival.
In August 1953, Huston gave him a call. Bradbury's imitation of Huston's deep rasp is so accurate it's like hearing the director's old RCA commercial.
Huston asked: "How'd you like to come live in
"Gee, Mr. Huston," Bradbury responded. "I've never been able to read the damned thing."
Huston told him to read as much as he could that night, and "Tell me if you'll help me kill the white whale."
By 3 a.m. Bradbury had covered about 150 to 200 pages, but more importantly he'd found the metaphors; they spoke to him, and he went in the next day and took the job, again following the path of his enthusiasm.
Huston revealed later that the story "The Lighthouse" in one of the books had led him to hire Bradbury. The piece, basis for The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms in which Bradbury worked with his childhood pal, dinosaur builder Ray Harryhausen, tells of a sea-dwelling dinosaur who comes to believe a light house's fog horn is the call of a mate only to "discover it was only a damned lighthouse and a damned foghorn."
"It was that short story of yours about the dinosaur falling in love with the light house," as Huston put it, and Bradbury is imitating him again. "I thought I smelled the ghost of Melville in that story."
He learned, aside from the metaphors, he and Melville had similar influences, he terms them midwives. Both read Shakespeare and the Old Testament.
And Bradbury's love of dinosaurs from his youth had served him well.
Science is not going in a direction that makes hopeful the Bradbury who once longed to live in futuristic cities and loved the 1933 World's Fair for its exhibits that matched SF magazine covers.
"Not as far as space travel is concerned," he says when interviewed. "That's our own fault. We've given up our space flights to the moon, which is a terrible mistake."
The space shuttle, he says, has been relegated to a role that's like delivering mail.
Maybe another space race is what the world needs, and there's still one superpower left.
"I hope that some time in the very near future, we pick a semi-fight with Red China," he says. Then maybe they'll start heading to the moon, and theU.S.
The voyagers of history, those explorers who first touched American soil competed. The same is needed for explorers of the stars.
"Not as far as space travel is concerned," he says when interviewed. "That's our own fault. We've given up our space flights to the moon, which is a terrible mistake."
The space shuttle, he says, has been relegated to a role that's like delivering mail.
Maybe another space race is what the world needs, and there's still one superpower left.
"I hope that some time in the very near future, we pick a semi-fight with Red China," he says. Then maybe they'll start heading to the moon, and the
The voyagers of history, those explorers who first touched American soil competed. The same is needed for explorers of the stars.
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He talks of stars and reaches heavenward as he speaks in the Gold Dome. This generation will not meet the people who populate other worlds. They're, alas, too far away, he says.
But the human race can be the seed people, the people who go out to populate lands beyond the stars. "The gift of life resides in us," he says.
And as he begins to wind up his recollections, his illustrations, Bradbury begins to offer advice in keeping with his address title ("One Thousand and One Ways
While optimism and pessimism are equally foolish, he calls for "optimal behavior," mentioning a visit to an orchestra performance for a re-mastered Fantasia because he was known to love the Disney film. Ultimately the orchestra applauded him.
"What were they applauding but a mad fool who loved what they were doing?" he asks. "That's just an example of the way I want you to behave."
Pursue the joys and stay away from those who would taunt them. "I want you to make enemies of people who are jealous of your joy," he says.
Young and old he urges onward with an expression of what he's worked for in his life.
"Before I go out the exit," he says, leaning forward against his podium, "I want to leave a fiery trail."
But the human race can be the seed people, the people who go out to populate lands beyond the stars. "The gift of life resides in us," he says.
And as he begins to wind up his recollections, his illustrations, Bradbury begins to offer advice in keeping with his address title ("
While optimism and pessimism are equally foolish, he calls for "optimal behavior," mentioning a visit to an orchestra performance for a re-mastered Fantasia because he was known to love the Disney film. Ultimately the orchestra applauded him.
"What were they applauding but a mad fool who loved what they were doing?" he asks. "That's just an example of the way I want you to behave."
Pursue the joys and stay away from those who would taunt them. "I want you to make enemies of people who are jealous of your joy," he says.
Young and old he urges onward with an expression of what he's worked for in his life.
"Before I go out the exit," he says, leaning forward against his podium, "I want to leave a fiery trail."
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I make my way through the crowd after he's finished speaking and introduce myself, that Southern voice he talked to long distance."You stayed for the whole thing," he jokes, offering his hand.
I had to.
I open the book I'm carrying, a spine-cracked paperback, the 30th printing of The Illustrated Man which I read first in junior high.
He signs his name on the title page just below the bold black letters:
Ray Bradbury
The Illustrated Man.
