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20 de abr. de 2024 · Así lo han demostrados grandes portentos creativos de la literatura clásica que crearon obras de ficción y que hoy son objetos concretos que emplea la humanidad, escritores como: Isaac Asimov, H. G. Wells, Julio Verne, Ray Bradbury y Robert Heinlein, entre otros escritores.
13 de abr. de 2024 · Ray Bradbury is known for his fine science fiction stories, and poetic ambience. But he also writes horror and non-science fiction as well. This little beauty is about FEAR. And please pay attention to it. Fear is the big killer. Fear is what disrupts our lives and the beauty within our lives. It is fear.
7 de abr. de 2024 · 154-155) Kirk had already written on Bradbury in his 4 April 1967 column in the National Review, "From the Academy: Count Dracula and Mr. Ray Bradbury"--according to Eller, this column was reworked in Kirk's book Enemies of Permanent Things (1969). But Kirk's questions in this letter were for another piece, "The Revival of Fantasy", which ...
Hace 3 días · 7.- “Fahrenheit 451” de Ray Bradbury Quizás el trabajo singular que funciona como un comentario incisivo en los medios de comunicación y como la peor pesadilla de quienes amamos los libros. En la imponente obra maestra distópica de Ray Bradbury, Guy Montag es un bombero conflictivo que está íntimamente familiarizado con Fahrenheit 451: la temperatura a la que arden los libros.
13 de abr. de 2024 · Carta abierta de Ana María Figueira a Ray Bradbury. enero 20, 2024 Carta Abierta. Buenos Aires, mayo de 2015. Querido Ray:No sabes con cuánta ansiedad esperaba tu carta. Has sido muy atento al responderme en forma inmediata.Estos días estuve. Leer más. Deja un comentario.
Hace 4 días · Dark They were, And Golden Eyed (The Naming of Names). By Ray Bradbury. The rocket's metal cooled in the meadow winds. Its lid gave a bulging pop. From its clock interior stepped a man, a woman, and three children. The other passengers whispered away across the Martian meadow, leaving the man alone among his family.
Hace 4 días · The silver rocket lay in the light of the moon. And beyond the rocket stood the yellow lights of his home, a block away, burning warmly. He heard the family radio playing some distant music. He sat for half an hour considering the rocket and the house lights, and his eyes narrowed and grew wide.
