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En esta nueva serie de maravillosas invenciones, Ray Bradbury ya no es, solamente, el poeta de la ciencia ficcion, el autor de algunas obras ya clasicas en la historia del genero. Bradbury muestra aqui su ya famoso poder de expresar con la historia de un individuo el peaton, el asesino, el basurero toda una dramatica vision del mundo y su posible futuro.… (más)
En esta nueva serie de maravillosas invenciones, Ray Bradbury ya no es sólo "el poeta de la ciencia ficción". el autor de algunas obras clásicas en la historia del género. Bradbury muestra aquí su ya famoso poder de expresar con la historia de un individuo -"El peatón", "El asesino", "El basurero-, toda una dramática visión del mundo y su posible futuro. Pero es también en este volumen el artista de lo extraordinario. lo fantasmagórico y lo hermoso, autor de curiosas parábolas chinas. de una narración aparentemente policial que se transforma poco a poco en una obsesionante pesadilla, de emocionadas historias fantásticas, y de algunos cuentos de un realismo poético y preciso que revelan una vez más la claridad y la intensidad de su arte. Uno de estos últimos, "Sol y sombra", recibió en 1954 el Premio Benjamin Franklin, otorgado al mejor cuento norteamericano del año.
Un libro que hoy en día se hace remanido y poco sorprendente, quizás sea por que tantos han sido 'inspirados' por Bradbury que los remates de cada uno de los cuentos de este libro se han repetido hasta el hartazgo en miles de obras de CF posteriores ( )
Información procedente del conocimiento común inglés.Edita para encontrar en tu idioma.
...And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun. - W. B. Yeats
Dedicatoria
Información procedente del conocimiento común inglés.Edita para encontrar en tu idioma.
And this one, with love, is for Neva, daughter of Glinda the Good Witch of the South
Primeras palabras
Información procedente del conocimiento común inglés.Edita para encontrar en tu idioma.
Out there in the cold water, far from land, we waited every night for the coming of the fog, and it came, and we oiled the brass machinery and lit the fog light up in the stone tower. ("The fog horn")
To enter out into that silence that was the city at eight o'clock of a misty evening in November, to put your feet upon that buckling concrete walk, to step over grassy seams and make your way, hands in pockets, through the silences, that was what Mr. Leonard Mead most dearly loved to do. ("The pedestrian")
Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. ("The April witch")
"Oh, the Good Time has come at last -" ("The wilderness")
William Acton rose to his feet. ("The fruit at the bottom of the bowl")
She took the great iron spoon and the mummified frog and gave it a bash and made dust of it, and talked to the dust while she ground it in her stony fists quickly. ("Invisible boy")
In the year A.D. 400, the Emperor Yuan held his throne by the Great Wall of China, and the land was green with rain, readying itself toward the harvest, at peace, the people in his dominion neither too happy nor too sad. ("The flying machine")
Music moved through the white halls. ("The murderer")
"In the shape of a pig?" cried the Mandarin. ("The golden kite, the silver wind")
The soft knock came at the kitchen door, and when Mrs. O'Brian opened it, there on the back porch were her best tenant, Mr. Ramirez, and two police officers, one on each side of him. ("I see you never")
The dark porch air in the late afternoon was full of needle flashes, like a movement of gathered silver insects in the light. ("Embroidery")
The people filled the stands behind the wire screen, waiting. ("The big black and white game")
The sign on the wall seemed to quaver under a film of sliding warm water. ("A sound of thunder")
It was a day to be out of bed, to pull curtains and fling open windows. ("The great wide world over there")
The horses moved gently to a stop, and the man and his wife gazed down into a dry, sandy valley. ("Powerhouse")
All night Mrs. Alvarez moaned, and these moans filled the tenement like a light turned on in every room so no one could sleep. ("En la noche")
The camera clicked like an insect. ("Sun and shadow")
A wall collapses, followed by another and another; with dull thunder, a city falls into ruin. ("The meadow")
This is how his work was: he got up at five in the cold dark morning and washed his face with warm water if the heater was working and cold water if the heater was not working. ("The garbage collector")
The morning the great fire started, nobody in the house could put it out. ("The great fire")
But of course he was going away, there was nothing else to do, the time was up, the clock had run out, and he was going very far away indeed. ("Hail and farewell")
"South," said the captain. ("The golden apples of the sun")
Citas
Información procedente del conocimiento común inglés.Edita para encontrar en tu idioma.
"Oh, the sea's full." McDunn puffed his pipe nervously, blinking. He had been nervous all day and hadn't said why. "For all our engines and so-called submarines, it'll be ten thousand centuries before we set foot on the real bottom of the sunken lands, in the fairy kingdoms there, and know real terror. Think of it, it's still the year 300,000 Before Christ down under there. While we've paraded around with trumpets, lopping off each other's countries and heads, they have been living beneath the sea twelve miles deep and cold in a time as old as the beard of a comet."
I saw it all, I knew it all - the million years of waiting alone, for someone to come back who never came back. The million years of isolation at the bottom of the sea, the insanity of time there, while the skies cleared of reptile-birds, the swamps dried on the continental lands, the sloths and saber-tooths had their day and sank in tar pits, and men ran like white ants upon the hills.
"That's life for you," said McDunn. "Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can't hurt you no more."
TIME SAFARI, INC. SAFARIS TO ANY YEAR IN THE PAST. YOU NAME THE ANIMAL. WE TAKE YOU THERE. YOU SHOOT IT.
Últimas palabras
Información procedente del conocimiento común inglés.Edita para encontrar en tu idioma.
I sat there wishing there was something I could say. ("The fog horn")
The car moved down the empty river-bed streets and off away, leaving the empty streets with the empty sidewalks, and no sound and no motion all the rest of the chill November night. ("The pedestrian")
And he did not even stir or notice when a blackbird, faintly, wondrously, beat softly for a moment against the clear moon crystals of the windowpane, then, fluttering quietly, stopped and flew away toward the east, over the sleeping earth. ("The April witch")
And she decided, as sleep assumed the dreaming for her, that yes, yes indeed, very much so, irrevocably, this was as it had always been and would forever continue to be. ("The wilderness")
And Charlie followed her all the way, really invisible now, so she couldn't see him, just hear him, like a pine cone dropping or a deep underground stream trickling, or a squirrel clambering a bough; and over the fire at twilight she and Charlie sat, him so invisible, and her feeding him bacon he wouldn't take, so she ate it herself, and then she fixed some magic and fell asleep with Charlie, made out of sticks and rags and pebbles, but still warm and her very own son, slumbering and nice in her shaking mother arms...and they talked about golden things in drowsy voices until dawn made the fire slowly, slowly wither out... ("Invisible boy")
And he went on quietly this way through the remainder of a cool, air-conditioned, and long afternoon: telephone, wrist radio, intercom, telephone, wrist radio, intercom, telephone, wrist radio, intercom, telephone, wrist radio, intercom, telephone, wrist radio, intercom, telephone, wrist radio... ("The murderer")
For now, yes now! it was plucking at the white embroidery of her flesh, the pink thread of her cheeks, and at last it found her heart, a soft red rose sewn with fire, and it burned the fresh, embroidered petals away, one by delicate one... ("Embroidery")
Just before I slept I heard those last strains again - "- gonna dance out both of my shoes, When they play those Jelly Roll Blues; Tomorrow night at the Dark Town Strutters' Ball!" ("The big black and white game")
And in all the years that followed she never passed the fallen mailbox without stooping aimlessly to fumble inside and take her hand out with nothing in it before she wandered on again into the fields. ("The great wide world over there")
And as they rode on into town she was humming, humming a strange soft tune, and he glanced over and listened to it, and it was the sound you would expect to hear from sun-warmed railroad ties on a hot summer day when the air rises in a shimmer, flurried and whorling; a sound in one key, one pitch, rising a little, falling a little, humming, humming, but constant, peaceful, and wondrous to hear. ("Powerhouse")
The heat in the room being excessive, according to the wall calendar, everyone moved out onto the cool porch while Marianne sat looking at her orange juice. ("The great fire")
En esta nueva serie de maravillosas invenciones, Ray Bradbury ya no es, solamente, el poeta de la ciencia ficcion, el autor de algunas obras ya clasicas en la historia del genero. Bradbury muestra aqui su ya famoso poder de expresar con la historia de un individuo el peaton, el asesino, el basurero toda una dramatica vision del mundo y su posible futuro.
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