Of course, non-drivers come in all shapes and sizes. In a society dominated by cars, where driving is the unquestioned norm, non-driving is not just a minor eccentricity. but he never drove a car.īut there is more to it than that. Some other retrospectives I’ve seen since Bradbury’s death have noted that he didn’t drive, generally treating it in one-liner fashion as an endearing quirk: He wrote about Mars. (“Who says he was a genius? He didn’t even know how to drive.”) This was followed by a gallery of nine prominent non-drivers, including Studs Terkel, Mae West, Vladimir Nabokov, Elizabeth Bishop, and Albert Einstein. one nonaccomplishment is also noteworthy: He never got a driver’s license.” Caption: “Ray Bradbury didn’t drive a car, but he was often out and about in Los Angeles, browsing bookstores, his bicycle propped outside.” And a sidebar noted that while Bradbury “had some amazing accomplishments. But most of the top half of page 3 was given to a gossipy feature by Mark Jacob, headlined thus: “BRADBURY RODE WITH SLOW COMPANY.” A large photo showed Bradbury on his bike.
On June 7, our local paper, the Chicago Tribune, featured a page-one celebration of Bradbury by Julia Keller, which covered familiar territory. Yet one theme worthy of attention, so it seems to me, has been largely ignored. In the month since Ray Bradbury died at the age of 91, a host of tributes have appeared, touching on almost every salient aspect of his long life and his exceptionally many-sided work.
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