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ash93 's review for:
The October Country
by Ray Bradbury
The best part of this short story collection was the opening epigraph:
"... that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain…."
This collection was certainly creative, but it was missing something of Ray Bradbury's classic style. As one of the first of his publications, it's not quite the work of a seasoned writer. Many of the stories struggled to hold my focus, and their endings often fell flat. Even with a reader's suspended disbelief, most of the stories were actually borderline ridiculous ("Skeleton" and "The Small Assassin" are the first that come to mind) and therefore failed to pack the powerful punch that every single story in The Martian Chronicles did with gusto.
Still, it's difficult to dislike anything that Bradbury composes. This collection is just as atmospheric as his previous works, minus the impact.
My favourite stories: "Jack-in-the-Box", and "Scythe".
"... that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain…."
This collection was certainly creative, but it was missing something of Ray Bradbury's classic style. As one of the first of his publications, it's not quite the work of a seasoned writer. Many of the stories struggled to hold my focus, and their endings often fell flat. Even with a reader's suspended disbelief, most of the stories were actually borderline ridiculous ("Skeleton" and "The Small Assassin" are the first that come to mind) and therefore failed to pack the powerful punch that every single story in The Martian Chronicles did with gusto.
Still, it's difficult to dislike anything that Bradbury composes. This collection is just as atmospheric as his previous works, minus the impact.
My favourite stories: "Jack-in-the-Box", and "Scythe".