tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058711831772256734.post5312018723492552909..comments2024-03-22T08:39:17.629-07:00Comments on Spin Easy Time!: Ray Bradbury Interview Raises Unpleasant Memoriesfred chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10812811681270634366noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058711831772256734.post-34496216404373135522010-10-22T16:52:34.710-07:002010-10-22T16:52:34.710-07:00I read a great interview with Walter Koenig ("...I read a great interview with Walter Koenig ("Chekov") one time. The guy asked him about his collections of stuff he loved in childhood, "are you trying to recreate your childhood?" Classic response: "No, but maybe I'm trying to recreate my escape from childhood." <br /><br />Thanks for the thoughtful comment, Ed.fred chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10812811681270634366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058711831772256734.post-40130893136609066502010-10-22T06:56:48.413-07:002010-10-22T06:56:48.413-07:00Fred=
I've attended several live talks by Brad...Fred=<br />I've attended several live talks by Bradbury. He makes an annual visit to a small writer's group in my neighborhood in appreciation of the interest they paid to him very early on in his career. That's nice of him. But I found him to be a red-neck, politically, and an example of the I-got-mine, screw-everyone-else mindset, which was not so nice. He was pissed off at Michael Moore for using "Farenheit 911" to title his documentary, claiming Moore ripped off Bradbury's "Farenheit 411" book, whose title and premise is actually stolen from another work. Mainly he hated the anti-war aspect of Moore's great film. Go figure.<br />But I hear you about the stolen magazines and books. We grew up grindingly poor, where a 10 cent comic book a week was a luxury. Skin magazines were the great forbidden fruit desired by every red-blooded kid, but you couldn't get them except via the 5-finger discount.<br />Your Mom is way off--I got $2 a day fom my mom to go to all the way to Brooklyn and back on the bus and subway, buy a pack of smokes (42 cents) and lunch, usually brown-bagged tuna salad or cream cheese & jelly. Sometimes I had enough left over to buy a 20-cent knish. But not enough to buy records and books. <br />I bought my first LP (Blue Cheer) when I was 17. Saved up my birthday money I think. Records were about $8 in 1967, a fortune. Likewise, my mom threw out all my comic books which today of course would be worth big bucks. So I can relate. But back then, who knew these things would be valuable one day, or even had some sentimental or emotional value to us callow teenagers? Our parents were clueless, but we should cut them some slack. They really didn't know what these foolish things meant to us....<br />And besides, with eBay, today we can replace most of the things we held near and dear to us if we wish. It's all online.<br /><br />-EdAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com