On
the passing of Ray Bradbury, other sites will tell you in detail about his Fahrenheit 451 or The Martian Chronicles. But
the work I remember most is his short story The
Long Rain.
This
was back when people assumed Venus was a rainy planet, because of its cloudy
appearance. Bradbury himself probably
didn’t buy this as rigorous science (anymore than he believed Mars was
crisscrossed with canals for his Martian
Chronicles), but he went for it: The Long Rain portrays Venus as a planet
where it constantly rains.
When
I was a teenager, a classroom had this reader (collection) of short stories,
and I spotted one by Bradbury. I was
transfixed by it. At least three men are
lost on Venus, trying to reach a human settlement while getting soaked to the
skin. The unending nature of the rain is
so maddening, one of the men is simply lost before the others notice. Another goes insane, but when slapped,
neither man feels it; their skin is waterlogged and numb.
Finally,
one of them reaches the settlement, where he strips off his clothes beneath an
artificial sun.
I
was thoroughly impressed when I read The Long Rain during class, and I still
remember it all these years later.
I haven't read any of his stuff. At least I don't remember reading any of his stuff. I didn't exactly pay much attention to the assigned reading in English. ;)
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