A Graveyard for Lunatics (Crumley Mysteries #2)
Dove sono i capolavori del calibro di Fahrenheit 451 e Cronache marziane?
Bradbury, perché mi hai fatto questo?!
Oh, Ray Bradbury, how I love you! I will not speak of Brandbury in the past tense-his genius lives on.
As I sai, I really did not like the story so much. I figured out the identity of the Beast quite early in the story, although I did not figure out any of the rest of the pieces to complete the puzzle.
My favorite ...more
B.O.R.I.N.G. The plot was boring. The characters were boring. The dialog was boring. I couldn’t make it to the end. I was afraid that if I tried they would have to take me to the emergency room and apply the paddles to my chest. I would risk dying of boredom. The novel was set in Hollywood at a studio lot that abutted on a cemetery. There was a lot of passing through of once-known Hollywood greats. There was an attempt to have this come out as ...more
Пригласить постановщиком лучше всего Фрица Ланга, а в помощники ему взять Билли Уайлдера. Рэй Харрихаузен будет делать спецэффекты и застенчиво играть Холдстрома. Борис Карлофф и Эрих фон Штрогейм появятся в эпизодических ролях, Джин Келли станцует на крыше Оперы Гарнье, Чаплин сыграет Иисуса, Сильвия Сидни — Констанцию, а Лон Чейни — все главные роли, кроме, конечно, САМОЙ главной. САМУЮ главную сделает сам ...more
This is the sequel to "Death is a Lonely Business," picking up a few years later with the main character now working for a movie studio. Many of the characters from the previous book show up as well, including Constance Rattigan, Inspector Crumley and old, blin ...more
The positive things I can say about it are that, as always, Ray Bradbury is great with creating memorable characters, and he's very very good with dialogue. This book is no exception. I was especially a huge fan of J.C. (an eccentric Jesus look-alik ...more
Read Death is a Lonely Business before you start this novel though, you will be thankful for the Character development that he builds on from the previous book.
I've found that I like Ray Bradbury's short sci-fi books (F451, Martian Chronicles) and the short stories that are built around a central theme (e.g., Illustrated Man) much more than anything else he's written. I tend to get frustrated with the short story compilations that are just thrown together. Likewise, I get frustrated with his longer novels ( ...more
This book is second in a series which begins with "Death is a Lonely Business", but works as a standalone mystery. I picked it up without ...more
Reading Bradbury’s later novels I keep looking for hints of the genius found in The Martian Chronicles, Fahrenheit 451 or The Illustrated Man. But like a blind man searching in a dark room for a black cat that isn’t there, the pursuit seems forlorn.
The tale is set in and around a movie studio in the 1950s where great films were made many years before. It is 20 years since the studio head died, some say mysteriously. The movie studio has an adjacent graveyard and some people believe the studio head has come back to ...more
Just in case you haven't read this one -- or read it long enough ago so it's worth re-reading -- here's a lively graveyard to go digging around in. (You might even share it with your ghoul friend.)
Dad & Julie"
"For while the peopl ...more
It is difficult to characterize the book, as it is very unusual. I liked it a lot as I read it, hence the five stars. Writing this review six weeks later, it is hard to to even explain what the book was truly about. The actual plot ...more
Halloween Night, 1954. A young, film-obsessed scriptwriter has just been hired at one of the great studios. An anonymous investigation leads from the giant Maximus Films backlot to an eerie graveyard separated from the studio by a single wall. There he makes a terrifying discovery that thrusts him into a maelstrom of intrigue and mystery -- and into the dizzy exhilaration of the movie industry at the height of its glittering power.From Publishers Weekly
Hollywood, Halloween night, 1954. At a m
Fortunately, I had faith in Bradbury and he did not disappoint. The characters he created were very weird but somehow that made them more vivid and real. They spoke for themselves. His dialogue is so compelling I found myself skimming down the page to find out what happens. Luckily I had the sen ...more
Notte di Halloween, anno 1954.
Un giovane sceneggiatore, da poco entrato a far parte di una delle maggiori case di produzione hollywoodiane, riceve un invito anonimo e si reca negli studios; e qui tra una corsa di bighe, la sabbia del deserto e le cascate del Niagara, scopre nascosto dietro un tramezzo un cimitero, un luogo fitto di segreti che lo trascina in un vortice di intrigo e mistero.
Ray Bradbury offre in questo libro una combinazione di poliziesco e letteratura noir.
This was my 2nd Bradbury book, and despite fabulous quotes it was my second disappointment. I know he's got to be an amazing author, but apparently I should have stuck with my first instinct and started with Something Wicked This Way Comes. Next time...
While October Country was hit and miss (it's a short story collection), Graveyard really never grabbed me ...more
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Prim, quiet lady, like an upright piano, seeming taller than she was because of the way she sat, rose and walked, and the way she held her hands in her lap and the way she coifed her hair up on top of her head, in some fashion out of World War I.
I had once heard her on a radio show describe herself as a snake charmer.
All that film whistling through her hands, sliding through her fingers, undulant and swift.
All that time passing, but to pass and repass again.
It was no different, she said, than life itself.
The future rushed at you. You had a single instant, as it flashed by, to change it into an amiable, recognizable, and decent past. Instant by instant, tomorrow blinked in your grasp. If you did not seize without holding, shape without breaking, that continuity of moments, you left nothing behind. Your object, her object, all of our objects, was to mold and print ourselves on those single fits of future that, in the touching, aged into swiftly into vanishing yesterdays.”