According to Wikipedia, Ray Bradbury (1920 – 2012), who died during the transit of Venus on June 5 2012, “was one of the most celebrated 20th-century American writers of speculative fiction”.
Wikipedia goes on to describe Bradbury as a “Midwest surrealist”. Many of his stories are set in small-town USA pre-World War 2, and often contain some element of the fantastic. According to people who count these things, Bradbury is credited with writing 27 novels and over 600 short stories. Bradbury did not see himself as a writer of science fiction, but his best-known work, Fahrenheit 451, clearly is an SF novel.
His other famous work includes the books The Martian Chronicles (aka The Silver Locusts) and Something Wicked This Way Comes.
He also wrote several screenplays, most notably that for the 1956 version of Moby Dick. In what I guess was a tribute to Bradbury last weekend, ABC 1 TV (Australia) screened the movie It Came from Outer Space, which was developed from Bradbury’s screen treatment “Atomic Monster”.
Bradbury also wrote poetry (though it’s debatable whether the quality of his works in that area matched his prose work), so I thought I’d commemorate Bradbury’s passing with a clerihew. After several attempts to produce something witty and uplifting, I arrived instead at this little verse about igniting confectionery.