In 1963, a sixteen-year-old San Diego high school student named Bruce McAllister sent a four-question mimeographed survey to 150 well-known authors of literary, commercial, and science fiction. Did they consciously plant symbols in their work? he asked. Who noticed symbols appearing from their subconscious, and who saw them arrive in their text, unbidden, created in the minds of their readers? When this happened, did the authors mind?
It’s the question that haunts every English student. Click on the picture to see answers from Ayn Rand, Jack Kerouac, Norman Mailer, Ray Bradbury, and more.
This Is Funny, You Should Listen To It of the Day: “Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury” — comedienne Rachel Bloom’s raunchy ode to the legendary soon-to-be-nonagenarian sci-fi writer — is quite possibly the filthiest pop song about fucking an aging author since Hilary Duff’s “I Want To Get On William Gibson.”
(NSFW, explicit lyrics about fucking Ray Bradbury.)
nsfw but very important. It saddens me that I didn’t know about it until this very moment.