Monday, June 18, 2012

Ray Bradbury and Mr. Electrico


I was a very young boy when I started reading books. I was four or five perhaps, and my mom said I would drag visitors to our house to a corner of the living room, and I would read to them my favorite stories. I'd open one of my books and begin.

One upon a time, in a land far, far away ... 

The world would stop for a moment, and suddenly I would be somewhere else. I was with a girl with hair so long. Or a sleeping princess held captive by an evil dragon. There was magic and elves, and mermaids and it was oh, so beautiful.

As I grew older, my taste expanded to other genres but my love for fantasy and science fiction has never waned. I started reading Tolkien's Lord of the Rings at thirteen, Asimov's Foundation and Robot series at fourteen. Science fiction and fantasy, Ray Radbury says, gives romance and adventure to little boys and girls. It pushes them to go out into the world and decide to become special.

Ray Bradbury was one of the most acclaimed science fiction writers. His books have sold more than eight million copies in 36 languages. They include the short-story collections “The Martian Chronicles,” “The Illustrated Man” and “The Golden Apples of the Sun,” and the novels “Fahrenheit 451” and “Something Wicked This Way Comes.”

He died this month, at the age of 91.

In an interview with Paris Review, Bradbury recounted his experience with a man named Mr. Electrico who he met when he was a young boy and who changed his life forever. Here is an excerpt from the interview.

Yes, but he was a real man. That was his real name. Circuses and carnivals were always passing through Illinois during my childhood and I was in love with their mystery. One autumn weekend in 1932, when I was twelve years old, the Dill Brothers Combined Shows came to town. One of the performers was Mr. Electrico. He sat in an electric chair. A stagehand pulled a switch and he was charged with fifty thousand volts of pure electricity. Lightning flashed in his eyes and his hair stood on end.

The next day, I had to go the funeral of one of my favorite uncles. Driving back from the graveyard with my family, I looked down the hill toward the shoreline of Lake Michigan and I saw the tents and the flags of the carnival and I said to my father, Stop the car. He said, What do you mean? And I said, I have to get out. My father was furious with me. He expected me to stay with the family to mourn, but I got out of the car anyway and I ran down the hill toward the carnival.

It didn’t occur to me at the time, but I was running away from death, wasn’t I? I was running toward life. And there was Mr. Electrico sitting on the platform out in front of the carnival and I didn’t know what to say. I was scared of making a fool of myself. I had a magic trick in my pocket, one of those little ball-and-vase tricks—a little container that had a ball in it that you make disappear and reappear—and I got that out and asked, Can you show me how to do this? It was the right thing to do. It made a contact. He knew he was talking to a young magician. He took it, showed me how to do it, gave it back to me, then he looked at my face and said, Would you like to meet those people in that tent over there? Those strange people? And I said, Yes sir, I would. So he led me over there and he hit the tent with his cane and said, Clean up your language! Clean up your language! He took me in, and the first person I met was the illustrated man. Isn’t that wonderful? The Illustrated Man! He called himself the tattooed man, but I changed his name later for my book. I also met the strong man, the fat lady, the trapeze people, the dwarf, and the skeleton. They all became characters.

Mr. Electrico was a beautiful man, see, because he knew that he had a little weird kid there who was twelve years old and wanted lots of things. We walked along the shore of Lake Michigan and he treated me like a grown-up. I talked my big philosophies and he talked his little ones. Then we went out and sat on the dunes near the lake and all of a sudden he leaned over and said, I’m glad you’re back in my life. I said, What do you mean? I don’t know you. He said, You were my best friend outside of Paris in 1918. You were wounded in the Ardennes and you died in my arms there. I’m glad you’re back in the world. You have a different face, a different name, but the soul shining out of your face is the same as my friend. Welcome back.

Now why did he say that? Explain that to me, why? Maybe he had a dead son, maybe he had no sons, maybe he was lonely, maybe he was an ironical jokester. Who knows? It could be that he saw the intensity with which I live. Every once in a while at a book signing I see young boys and girls who are so full of fire that it shines out of their face and you pay more attention to that. Maybe that’s what attracted him.

When I left the carnival that day I stood by the carousel and I watched the horses running around and around to the music of “Beautiful Ohio,” and I cried. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I knew something important had happened to me that day because of Mr. Electrico. I felt changed. He gave me importance, immortality, a mystical gift. My life was turned around completely. It makes me cold all over to think about it, but I went home and within days I started to write. I’ve never stopped.

Seventy-seven years ago, and I’ve remembered it perfectly. I went back and saw him that night. He sat in the chair with his sword, they pulled the switch, and his hair stood up. He reached out with his sword and touched everyone in the front row, boys and girls, men and women, with the electricity that sizzled from the sword. When he came to me, he touched me on the brow, and on the nose, and on the chin, and he said to me, in a whisper, “Live forever.” And I decided to.

Days have passed and I still cannot forget this interview. Bradbury's stories continue to haunt me at night; pushing me to dream further ... farther. When I grow older, I want to be more like him. I want to feel alive every single moment of my life. I want to feel passion, wonder ... at the world and the infinite possibilities offered to us. And though he is gone, I can still feel his voice in my head telling me that I too, can live forever. And I decided to.


cHard said...

wow! im just at a loss for words, Kane.. this is a touching, inspiring and moving enrty..

just WOW!

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cjgruet said...

Oh, Kane! Yes, live forever.


nice :)