The visionary whose stories foretold the Sony Walkman, who imagined virtual reality at a time when there were 400 television sets in the entire state of California, does not own a computer. He does not like the screens. "Computers are for people who make mistakes," he says. "I don't make mistakes." He does his work on an electric typewriter. But if not for writing, surely Ray Bradbury surfs the Internet? "There is nothing on it that I can use," he declares. "I'm not a researcher. I am an emotional hand grenade. . . ."
No one less than Aldous Huxley--fellow Angeleno and author of Brave New World--made a dose of hallucinogenics available to Bradbury. "I was offered," he recalls. "Aldous Huxley offered me a chance. He said it would be perfectly safe. There would be doctors and attendants. But I told him, 'What if the trapdoor on the top of my head stays open, and all the nightmares come out and they won't go away. Then what will your doctor do for me?' I wasn't being moral. I was being hygienic. . . ."
As a writer, Bradbury says he was blessed with total recall. He claims that he can remember his own birth, the taste of his mother's milk and being circumcised. Total recall is "a damn wonderful thing for a writer." And what about the memories of people he knew and loved? "No, memory is a curse, especially at my age," he says. "All my teachers are gone, and most of my friends are dead, and the ones who are alive, you see all these old people, including yourself."
—William Booth, Washington Post Service
