This morning when I checked my Google Reader page, I discovered this post on the Guardian Book Blog about Halloween-related fiction:
There’s horror in Bradbury’s stories – why else would I be recommending him for Halloween? – but it’s not the horror of blood and gore. It’s the horror of ringing telephones, the horror of the realisation that something inside you – a growing baby, perhaps, or a collection of bones – is alien and disturbing, the horror of a world where simply walking aimlessly through the dark night is something suspicious and possibly illegal.
The title of that post was “Spend Halloween with Ray Bradbury,” which you can literally do at Vroman’s Bookstore. Mr. Bradbury will be here tomorrow at noon to sign hardcover copies of his books. Stop by if you’re in the neighborhood.