Clarisse: But why do you burn books? Guy Montag: Books make people unhappy, they make them anti-social.Clarisse: Do you think I'm anti-social?
Guy Montag: Why do you ask?
Clarisse: Well... I'm a teacher, not quite actually, I'm still on probation. I was called to the administration office today, and I don't think I said the right things. I'm not at all happy about my answers.
Ray Bradbury will join us tonight at IVC, in conversation with writer and professor Marjorie Luesebrink. No doubt it will be a full house, SRO - but some tickets are still available. Call 949-451-5202 to reserve yours.
Just about everyone in the depertment of English has their own Ray Bradbury story. This is probably true for every department of English. One IVC professor went on her first date with hubby-to-be at a Ray Bradbury reading in San Diego. They'll reprise that first date tonight.
Rebel Girl fell hard for Bradbury when she was young. The Martian Chronicles. Something Wicked this Way Comes. Dandelion Wine. The Illustrated Man. Fahrenheit 451. And the stories! The Kilamanjaro Device. The Garbage Collector. The Sound of Summer Running.
Bradbury was one of the ones that made her love words and imagination, one who taught her how they could transform the world. Rebel Girl's world then was in dire need of transforming.
Then, it must have been 1978 or 79, she won an award for high school writers and finally got the meet the man himself. It was at a gathering sponored by the Southwest Manuscripters, the local writers who had read her stories and given her prize money, money that would pay for rent, food, textbooks for El Camino College.
Bradbury talked about writing but he also spoke about how he rode the bus, how he used to feed coins into the rental typewriters at the downtown Los Angeles Library in order to compose his first stories. He talked, in other words, about being without.
Rebel Girl doesn't have the photograph of the famous writer and the high student that was taken that evening. The photo was lost like so much in those days. She lacked the kind of mother or family that provided that service - you know, putting things in scrapbooks or photo albums or special boxes. And she didn't know how to save things for herself.
But she did learn how to write, she thinks now. That's one way to save things and to retrieve what is lost. So, no photograph - but the memory and these words - enough.