Zen in the Art of Writing by Ray Bradbury
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Should I start with the good or the bad about this book? Eh, I’ll just let it flow as it comes to me.
This was the paperback. The font was so tiny and the spaces between lines was tiny. I could only digest a page or two at a time.
This is written by a male who only spoke of mankind. Oh, he spoke of his wife a couple times. Once he said, and I can’t find it to quote exactly, that his wife was appropriately quiet in response to his great idea. I know this was a time when women should be the rib and mothers of men. Not real people with their own minds and abilities. This macho writing was what my reading diet was as a young girl. This is why I look so hard for Bechdel approved work. And I don’t just want two fems that talk a little to each other. I want fems of all shapes, sizes, ages, and belief systems. Please! Not another high-heels bimbo! But I digress. (ME?)
In spite of those problems of reading an old book, I found a lot of inspiration toward my own writing. In fact, the best chapter was called, On the Shoulders of Giants. I wanted to quote many line from that. I want to re-read it often. The book is worth the read if only for the tidbits in this section.
My favorite idea found in this book is his interpretation of science fiction and its importance to life itself. Sci-fi is the think-tank for science. Then science invents what we dreamed and it becomes a never-ending idea machine…and fems can add to that in great numbers and less wars!
Darswords 