What do You think about One More For The Road (2002)?
In this collection there are stories I didn't like, stories I liked, and stories I loved. Several stories were previously published in magazines. Many of the stories had main characters who were older so I could identify with them. I'm sure a younger reader would read without so much connection. Many of the stories were about lack of communication, unrequited love, or living alone...common themes. Some of them were fantasy or scifi stories, but most were just about the human condition with a fresh Bradbury slant.
—Judy
With the recent passing of Mr. Ray Bradbury, I wanted to read a collection of his stories. ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD is a great collection. Images drip from the pages. Scenes radiate long after a story has finished. Sometimes his words seem to be a flash of light, uttered by a being trying to be understood but can't because the limitations of imagination vary between every Reader. For this, I say thank you thank you thank you. You were truly a pioneer, Mr. Bradbury.If you don't want to read a full collection, read these ones:1. Heart Transplant2. In Memoriam 3. Tete-aTete4. The Dragon Danced at Midnight5. The Nineteenth 6. Autumn Afternoon 7. One More for the Road8. Time Intervening9. The Enemy in the Wheat 10. My Son, Max11. The F. Scott/Tolstoy/Ahab Accumulator 12. The Cricket on the HearthAnd if you really like to read about a writer and their writing process, be sure to read the afterword: Metaphors, the Breakfast of Champions. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED
—TK421
"You sit at the bar while nursing your cold beer. You occasionally rub it against your sweating neck to cool off. Overdressed for the weather, you popped in here on a whim. The bar's fancy schmancy name drawing you in like a tourist to a souvenir shop. Caught in your own thoughts you barely notice Ray Bradbury plop down on the stool next to you. He orders something, you can't tell what it is, and begins mouthing off. He's telling a story or some other to no one, and because he's so close you can't quite seem to block him off so instead you opt to tune in, like you would a radio during a long drive. He tells one story after another and then don't really make sense to you but eventually something sticks. A nice word, a funny phrase, a character that you can relate to, something makes you put down your drink turn to Mr. Bradbury, and listen. Several hours (and rounds of drinks) pass as you listen intently, laughing and commenting to the flows of his stories. And with one last mug and one last laugh, Mr. Bradbury and you walk out of the bar into the sudden downpour of rain. Neither of you attempts to shield yourself, and with a smile and a handshake, Ray Bradbury leaves. You walk down a different road, enjoying the rain just like Ray Bradbury is, somewhere out there."Yeah, this book is like that.
—Carlos Arsenio Garcia
