Having read short stories "All summer in a day" and "A sound of thunder" I expected this novella to delight the senses, to surprise with brand new metaphors and fantasies, to stir thoughts of how to be better and how to take better care of our world. I wasn't disappointed.
The sensory language beckoned me to be present and live each moment to the fullest. One such passage that stuck with me was "Cardimon and anise and cinnamon were there, and cayenne and curry. Added to which there were ginger and paprika and thyme and celandrine." When I read this I had just returned from Jamaica where I stayed at the foot of the Dolphin Head Mountains, far from the concrete jungle I now call home. I could so relate to the longing for a simpler life. I paused to replace Bradbury's words with "crickets and toads and cicadas were there, and barble doves and woodpeckers. Added to which were ferns and bamboo and wild ginger. On top of that, there were mangoes and avacados and ottiette apples. And the smell of hog plums hung heavy in the air".
I enjoyed the fantastical elements of the story. Since I was already familiar with his style, I half knew to expect it, but it was still new and surprising when it came. If you're new to this author, his writing sounds like realistic fiction, yet you'll find yourself in the middle of a fantasy.
But the fantasy is meant to work through something about people and society. For me it sometimes reads like an interior monologue of a writer about his craft, sometimes like an environmental prophet warning of impending doom, sometimes like a spiritual healer saying slow down and reassess what's important, live your best life.