A review by venicechick
Death Is a Lonely Business by Ray Bradbury

5.0

I picked this book off my grandfather's bookshelf and saw that it was a signed copy. I asked my Gramps about it, and then I was treated to a wonderful tale about his childhood friend, Ray Bradbury, with his coke bottle glasses, riding bikes, and drinking malted milk in downtown LA.

I enjoyed Death is a Lonely Business even more because I live in Venice and have been in Los Angeles for over twenty years. Some reviewers commented that the plot was thin, but it was perfect to me. When I moved here I rollerbladed up and down the walk streets of Venice by the boardwalk and sat and talked to all the people in the tattoo parlors, living in RVs with conspiracy theories, and artists who have impromptu drum circles in their living rooms. Venice can be like that. You wander from interesting person to creative individual to outright eccentric if you move around the neighborhood and talk to people like Ray did when he was young. I get it. He tells all of their little stories as he walks through the novel.

It was fun to have the noir and sci fi mix that can fit in "this so odd no one would believe it is true neighborhood." My neighborhood gets more upscale all the time, but it still always has a hint of danger lurking around the corner.