Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Something Wicked This Way ComesSomething Wicked This Way Comes
by Ray Bradbury

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

The language was beautifully crafted (after all, it is Bradbury) and the setting was a normal everyday world that was inexplicably creepy. The philosophical/moral lessons were a bit heavy-handed, but the battle between mostly-good and evil-but-is-it-their-fault was compelling. I really liked that the magic qualities of the library comes up a good deal in this book.
A few good quotes:
“Too late, I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else."
“The stuff of nightmare is their plain bread. They butter it with pain. They set their clocks by deathwatch beetles, and thrive the centuries. They were the men with the leather-ribbon whips who sweated up the Pyramids seasoning it with other people's salt and other people's cracked hearts. They coursed Europe on the White Horses of the Plague. They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale. Some must have been lazing clowns, foot props for emperors, princes, and epileptic popes. Then out on the road, Gypsies in time, their populations grew as the world grew, spread, and there was more delicious variety of pain to thrive on. The train put wheels under them and here they run down the log road out of the Gothic and baroque; look at their wagons and coaches, the carving like medieval shrines, all of it stuff once drawn by horses, mules, or, maybe, men.” 
“Oh God, midnight’s not bad, you wake and go back to sleep, one or two’s not bad, you toss but sleep again. Five or six in the morning, there’s hope, for dawn’s just under the horizon. But three, now, Christ, three A.M.! Doctors say the body’s at low tide then. The soul is out. The blood moves slow. You’re the nearest to dead you’ll ever be save dying. Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death! You dream with your eyes open. God, if you had strength to rouse up, you’d slaughter your half-dreams with buckshot! But no, you lie pinned to a deep well-bottom that’s burned dry. The moon rolls by to look at you down there, with its idiot face. It’s a long way back to sunset, a far way on to dawn, so you summon all the fool things of your life, the stupid lovely things done with people known so very well who are now so very dead – And wasn’t it true, had he read somewhere, more people in hospitals die at 3 A.M. than at any other time...” 

Another perspective on this book: from Riv @ Bookish Realm

1 comment:

  1. I thought this was really well written, although it was easy to get lost in the plot as well because everything was not slammed in reader's face. Glad you liked it!


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