I’m always 8 years old when I read Ray Bradbury, the great American writer who passed away Wednesday. Eight is the age at which I discovered “The Martian Chronicles.” I was too young and didn’t understand most of it, but I got the general idea:
“One minute it was Ohio winter, with doors closed, windows locked, the panes blind with frost, icicles fringing the roof, children skiing on slopes, housewives lumbering like great black bears in their furs along the icy streets.
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Beautiful. Rotella has gotten directly to the heart of Bradbury in just a few paragraphs.
I had Carlo Rotella as a professor. Great teacher because he loves what he's teaching. He was always able to deliver the message of a complicated story in articulate and logical ways.