The Machineries Of Joy The One Who Waits Tyrannosaurus Rex The Vacation The Drummer Boy Of Shiloh Boys! Raise Giant Mushrooms In Your Cellar! Almost The End Of The World Perhaps We Are Going Away And The Sailor, Home From The Sea El Dia De Muerte The Illustrated Woman Some Live Like Lazarus A Miracle Of Rare Device And So Died Riabouchinska The Beggar On O'Connell Bridge Death And The Maiden A Flight Of Ravens The Best Of All Possible Worlds The Lifework Of Juan Diaz To The Chicago Abyss The Anthem Sprinters
Blurb A Hollywood monster-maker whose tyrannosaurus rex suddenly becomes alarmingly lifelike ... .A boy who raises giant mushrooms in his cellar — until the mushrooms begin to raise him .... A circus fat lady whose midget husband has tattooed every inch of her mammoth body with fantastically intricate designs ... The weird and the beautiful . . . the macabre .. the bizarre... all are created in Ray Bradbury's collection of tales — MACHINERIES OF JOY
Somebody around these parts is sure ditching their Ray Bradbury paperbacks in a hurry. That's at least seven have turned up on friend back-of-the-van-man's stall over recent weeks. Victoria commented briefly about this one on Vault Mk 1 . Not sure if there's much by way of horror content, although Boys! Raise Giant Mushrooms In Your Cellar! is a firm 'when fungi attack favourite: "Hugh. Mushrooms, even big ones, can't think, can't move, don't have arms and legs. How could they run a mail order service and "take over" the world?". Well may you ask, Mrs. Fortnum, but your husband and his buddy Roger are onto something. The invasion of earth has been a long-term, extremely covert operation, but they are here and no mistake. Rog knew this and he's been well and truly body-snatched. And if Hugh goes to inspect little Tommy's terrible toadstool crop ...
Tyrannosaurus Rex shapes up like it's going to be a 'film-crew in peril!' treat, but don't get your hopes up, it's merely a gentle fantasy in which put-upon stop-motion animator Terwilliger subconsciously grafts the face of his despised producer onto the dinosaur lead in Prehistoric Monster. It all ends amicably, God damn it. For reasons best known to himself, Peter Haining revived this one as The Prehistoric Producer in The Hollywood Nightmare.
These were my first Bradbury paperbacks and I always loved the distinctive silver covers. I recall being pretty disappointed with this collection as it seemed to have scatterings of Bradbury's (only?) trip to Ireland and his Mexican adventure which was slightly better.