A review by jimmypat
Green Shadows, White Whale by Ray Bradbury

2.0

As a teenager, my favorite writer was Bradbury- he was able to evoke emotions, wonderment, and subtle scares like no one else. At some point, I started reading latter day Bradbury and the magic was gone. This book is latter day Bradbury: great writing, but the stories are just boring or feel pointless. There is a sense that Bradbury thinks he has written something scintillating but, alas, it’s not true. To be fair, some of this book approached 4 star territory, but most of it was laborious. It was kind of like watching a firework show where they kept shooting off the same one. Not so good.