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The Golden Apples of the Sun ePUB ¶ The Golden
    IGNOU books 2019 In Hindi Online PDF Free ship was dripping lava, gushing steam, nothing!Journey with the century's most popular fantasy writer into a world of wonder and horror beyond your wildest dreamsContents: The Fog Horn The Pedestrian The April Witch The Wilderness The Fruit at the Bottom of the Bowl Invisible Boy The Flying Machine The Murderer The Golden Kite, the Silver Wind I See You Never Embroidery The Big Black and White Game A Sound of Thunder The Great Wide World Over There Powerhouse En la Noche Sun and Shadow The Meadow The Garbage Collector The Great Fire Hail and Farewell The Golden Apples of the Sun."/>
  • Paperback
  • 338 pages
  • The Golden Apples of the Sun
  • Ray Bradbury
  • English
  • 22 March 2019
  • 9780380730391

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The Captain bent in the warm air, cursing, felt his hands run over the cold machine, and while he worked he saw a future which was removed from them Set the Apples of PDF/EPUB ¾ controls for the heart of the sunThe Captain bent in the warm air, cursing, felt his hands run over the cold machine, and while he worked he saw a future which was The Golden PDF/EPUB ² removed from them by the merest breath He saw the skin peel from the rocket beehive, men thus revealed running, running, mouths shrieking, soundless Space was a black mossed well where life drowned its roars Golden Apples of PDF/EPUB ä and terrors Scream a big scream, but space snuffed it out before it was half up your throat Men scurried, ants in a flaming matchbox; the ship was dripping lava, gushing steam, nothing!Journey with the century's most popular fantasy writer into a world of wonder and horror beyond your wildest dreamsContents: The Fog Horn The Pedestrian The April Witch The Wilderness The Fruit at the Bottom of the Bowl Invisible Boy The Flying Machine The Murderer The Golden Kite, the Silver Wind I See You Never Embroidery The Big Black and White Game A Sound of Thunder The Great Wide World Over There Powerhouse En la Noche Sun and Shadow The Meadow The Garbage Collector The Great Fire Hail and Farewell The Golden Apples of the Sun.

About the Author: Ray Bradbury

Ray Douglas Apples of PDF/EPUB ¾ Bradbury, American novelist, short story writer, essayist, playwright, screenwriter and poet, was born August , in Waukegan, Illinois He graduated from a Los Angeles high school in Although his formal The Golden PDF/EPUB ² education ended there, he became a student of life, selling newspapers on LA street corners from to , spending his nights in the public library and his days at.

10 thoughts on “The Golden Apples of the Sun

  1. says:

    Goodbye Ray Bradbury. He was the first author I loved, he was a natural for me with his heart on his sleeve and his absolute belief in the power of words and the religion of wonder. His brilliant restless short stories set off puffballs of astonishment in my brain, I slept on Mars and woke up in Green Town, I grew giant mushrooms for fun and profit and I was the illuminated boy, Ray Bradbury illuminated me with death, calliopes, mechanical houses, ice cream suits, towns where no one got off, dwarves, old women, winds which knew your name and carousels which drove screechingly backwards. He was outrageously sentimental (Icarus Montgolfier Wright, The April Witch, The Strawberry Window, Dandelion Wine and no one could get away with that kind of stuff) but seriously weird too (The Man Upstairs, Skeleton, Fever Dream). He had moods, he had ideas, he could stop your heart (The Big Black and White Game, Zero Hour, The Emissary). And this was all stuff I was getting for the first time - what happens when you tread on a butterfly in the Jurassic Age, what happens when we go to Mars, what happens when you need to make sure you haven't left any fingerprints after a murder (you get caught by the police as you're polishing the fruit at the bottom of the fruitbowl). You could almost eat the weather in his stories. The old Corgi paperback editions compounded the joy by having the exact right artwork on the front

    Even Penguin came up with a beauty for The Day it Rained Forever.

    Of course when I grew up some more I laid aside Ray Bradbury. Physically, that is. He never left the internal choir which sings and converses in my internal ear.

  2. says:

    Golden Apples of the Sun by Ray Bradbury is a collection of short stories first published in 1953 with 22 short stories.

    Published again in 1997, this later edition contains the original stories as well as 10 more previously released stories by the Grand Master. These stories serve as a representative sample of Bradbury’s unique and far ranging talent, blending elements of several genres into a cohesive universe of speculative fiction, as well as a demonstration of his mastery of the short fiction vehicle.

    The reader will enjoy elements of science fiction, fantasy and Bradbury’s distinct perspective on American literature, and all illuminated by his incomparable imagination.

    Many stories stand out as exceptional, perhaps especially the novelette “Frost and Fire” as speculative fiction at it’s best, standing by itself as an entertaining story but also working as allegory for larger truths and observances.

    Bradbury's influence on literature is evident and writers such as Richard Matheson, Kurt Vonnegut, Philip K. Dick, Stephen King and Neil Gaiman seem clearly to have drawn inspiration.


  3. says:

    I find short story collections difficult to review, especially ones like this, where there were many stories (22) all brief enough that a sentence long description would give away pretty much everything that happens!

    So I'll stick to some more general observations. I read one or two stories from this each day, and quickly found myself looking forward to the time when I would be reading the next one -- yesterday I abandoned my pacing and read four in one go. One of my favourites was 'The Murderer' which felt incredibly relevant, given our dependence on our phones (not everyone of course, but most).
    'The Fruit At The Bottom Of The Bowl' was another standout. But even as I write that, I have to admit all of the stories were. I really liked them all!

    What impressed me most was how within the space of just a few pages I was so involved in each story, completely on board with whatever was happening. I was quite sad when I got the end of the book just now, but am pleased that I have finally begun reading Ray Bradbury, and that I have many more books of his to find and read.

  4. says:

    How does one review a book of tiny short stories? Do I describe the stories individually? Or do I just mention a couple favorites, like the one about the last dinosaur and the lighthouse, or the pedestrian, or The Sound of Thunder, the time travel story that everyone knows even if they don't know the name of?

    I'm one of the few people that didn't have to read Fahrenheit 451 in school so the only exposure I had to Ray Bradbury before this was issues of Tales from the Crypt where they adapted his stories. Bradbury's got a quaint sort of writing style and most of his tales have that bite you in ass ending. He knows how to tell a short story without letting it get too wordy. 22 stories in 169 pages is impressive. Not all of them are gems but there are more gems than bits of broken glass in this collection, that's for sure.

  5. says:

    Bradbury on the sea:

    One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I'll make one. I'll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like the trees in autumn with no leaves. A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I'll make a sound that's so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and to all who hear it in the distant towns. I'll make me a sound and an apparatus and they'll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life.

    And although he writes of a beast of a hundred miles and a million years below who comes to the horn, to love it, I recalled it as I grew older as a whale and with this one story as child I was able to be horrified by the terrible, terrible things we do to the sea and its inhabitants. Does that matter? I think so. If everybody in the world had read this story as a child, we'd treat those things with the care and respect they deserve.

    I cannot begin to say how wrong the people are who think that Ray Bradbury doesn't count, that he is for some period where we believed in things that we don't any more. He makes things important without proseltysing. It was a story about something that can't even exist and yet!

    Bradbury explained his influence on kids like me thus:

    Do you know why teachers use me? Because I speak in tongues. I write metaphors. Every one of my stories is a metaphor you can remember. The great religions are all metaphor. We appreciate things like Daniel and the lion’s den, and the Tower of Babel. People remember these metaphors because they are so vivid you can’t get free of them and that’s what kids like in school. They read about rocket ships and encounters in space, tales of dinosaurs. All my life I’ve been running through the fields and picking up bright objects. I turn one over and say, Yeah, there’s a story. And that’s what kids like. Today, my stories are in a thousand anthologies. And I’m in good company. The other writers are quite often dead people who wrote in metaphors: Edgar Allan Poe, Herman Melville, Washington Irving, Nathaniel Hawthorne. All these people wrote for children. They may have pretended not to, but they did.

    Sorry. I want to say how amazing he is, again! He IS!!!

  6. says:

    Loved it!

    Bradbury got the title from last line of this poem...



    by: W.B. Yeats

    WENT out to the hazel wood,
    Because a fire was in my head,
    And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
    And hooked a berry to a thread;
    And when white moths were on the wing,
    And moth-like stars were flickering out,
    I dropped the berry in a stream
    And caught a little silver trout.
    When I had laid it on the floor
    I went to blow the fire a-flame,
    But something rustled on the floor,
    And some one called me by my name:
    It had become a glimmering girl
    With apple blossom in her hair
    Who called me by my name and ran
    And faded through the brightening air.
    Though I am old with wandering
    Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
    I will find out where she has gone,
    And kiss her lips and take her hands;
    And walk among long dappled grass,
    And pluck till time and times are done
    The silver apples of the moon,
    The golden apples of the sun.

    'The Song of Wandering Aengus' is reprinted from An Anthology of Modern Verse. Ed. A. Methuen. London: Methuen & Co., 1921.

  7. says:

    Good mix of fiction, SF, light horror, and (urban, today) fantasy, harkening back to a time when we all could be a little sheltered form the harsher realities.

    The Fog Horn (1951)
    The Pedestrian (1951)
    The April Witch [The Elliott Family] (1952)
    The Wilderness [The Martian Chronicles] (1952)
    The Fruit at the Bottom of the Bowl non-genre (1948)
    Invisible Boy (1945)
    The Flying Machine (1953)
    The Murderer (1953)
    The Golden Kite, the Silver Wind (1953)
    I See You Never non-genre (1947)
    Embroidery (1951)
    The Big Black and White Game (1945)
    A Sound of Thunder (1952)
    The Great Wide World Over There (1952)
    Powerhouse (1948)
    En la Noche (1952)
    Sun and Shadow non-genre (1953)
    The Meadow (1953)
    The Garbage Collector (1953)
    The Great Fire [Green Town] (1949)
    Hail and Farewell (1953)
    The Golden Apples of the Sun

  8. says:

    Ray Bradbury you guys. He rules. RULES. Every single story in here has vision, and heart, and just plain fantastic writing. I love the way he leaves stories open to ambiguous endings and lets readers decide for themselves what happens to the characters after the few pages of their lives that we get to see. I love reading his female characters. They're always more layered and multi-dimensional than a lot of male authors, particularly old ones. But out of all the stories in this book, I think The Pedestrian was my favorite. It has all the haunting, futuristic warning that he worked into Fahrenheit 451, and it's only 3 pages long. I'm amazed by how much Bradbury can convey so succinctly.

  9. says:

    I love Bradbury, but this one was too depressing for me. Also, MC was kinda dumb. Her nephew can't visit again and TEACH her to do what she wanted to learn? There was no teacher where she lived, no one in her area knew how to do those two things? I'm calling shenanigans on this one.

    Listened to Levar Burton reading this on his podcast. That helped it get a slightly higher rating I think.

    3 solid stars. I need to re-read the Bradbury I have. He's such a great writer, even when depressing.

  10. says:

    “The Golden Apples of the Sun” is a collection of Ray Bradbury’s short stories, first published in hardback and then republished for mass consumption in a lovely series of paperbacks distributed by Bantam Books in the early 1970s. There were a number of these collections floating around, and I have many, many fond memories of these Bantam editions. For starters, they had catchy cover art that captured my imagination as a young reader. The paperbacks also kept the beautiful story header line drawings by artist Joe Mugnaini, a longtime Bradbury collaborator. Each reissue had around 20 or so stories in them, split about evenly between Bradbury’s science fiction and his non-genre writing.

    Bradbury’s science-fiction was not “hard” science fiction in any sense. He had no education in the sciences, but loved the romance and excitement of the space program and enlightenment in general. As such, his sci-fi work is more grounded in fantasy, evoking the humanity of his characters and their motivations rather than highlighting technical details. His non-genre prose was often based on autobiographical incidents and was definitely rooted in a bygone era of life in the United States. He peopled his stories with strong men and women, carving out personalities with great care and supple descriptions. He was a writer ahead of his time in many ways, advocating for a number of what we nowadays refer to as “progressive principles.” His take on race relations was nuanced and sensitive and his outlook on women as fully developed characters was unusual for it’s time. He was not afraid to tackle social issues such as immigration or racism.

    And of course you get the traditional Bradbury writing form. The man could bend words in such beautifully poetic prose to the point where I could go back and reread whole sections for nothing more than the sheer appreciation of the wordsmithing. To witness:

    There was a great insect humming all through the air. It sang in a ceaseless, bumbling tone, rising a bit, perhaps falling just a bit, but keeping the same pitch. Like a woman humming between pressed lips as she makes a meal in the warm twilight over a hot stove. They could see no movement within the building; there was only the gigantic humming. It was the sort of noise you would expect the sun-shimmer to make rising from hot railroad ties on a blazing summer day, when there is that flurried silence and you see the air eddy and whorl and ribbon, and expect a sound from the process but get nothing but an arched tautness of the eardrums and the tense quiet. --- from the short story “Powerhouse”, included in this collection.

    Now THAT, kids, is a man who knows his way around the language, pure and distilled down to its beautific essence. I remember having an English teacher in the 8th grade who just loved Ray Bradbury. She would read to the class from his stories in enraptured glee, trying to engage the love of metaphor, the appreciation of style and quality and vocabulary. It was lost on most of the kids, but not me. I had been reading Bradbury for a few years at that point. Sometimes I would stay after class and discuss our shared love of the stories, finding a common ground and reveling in the joy of language as an art form.

    “The Fog Horn” - A ancient and lonely sea monster mistakes the sound of a lighthouse fog horn for a cry of love. What manner of heartbreak awaits the lovelorn?

    “The Pedestrian” - Dystopic tale set mid-21st century. Decent enough, even if it covers familiar ground.

    “The April Witch” - One of my favorite stories in the collection. An isolated young witch travels out of body to seek the secrets of human love. She gets more than she bargained for.

    “The Wilderness” - A tale of anticipation and excitement, as the exodus to Mars takes on a corollary to the wagon trains of the Old West. Brimming with all sorts of that poetic Bradbury magic.

    “The Fruit at the Bottom of the Bowl” - Murder and obsession do not make for a good combination. One of Bradbury’s forays into the suspense story.

    “Invisible Boy” - A powerless witch learns the art of deception is not all it’s cracked up to be. Comedic moments lead to a wistful ending. Fun story.

    “The Flying Machine” - Perhaps the most chilling story in the book, though it trades in no supernatural or science-fiction tropes. It’s a fable for our times….all we have to fear is fear itself.

    “The Murderer” - Another prescient tale, as a man who is inundated by technology rebels against the system in a quest for peace and quiet. Bonus points for Bradbury’s spot-on prediction of wrist phones, and the endless drone of the “connected”.

    “The Golden Kite, The Silver Wind” - Another fable with an Oriental perspective, unusual pacing since “The Flying Machine” was only two stories ago in this collection and had a similar style. Note to editors everywhere: placement is important. Anyway, good story with a fine moral: working together beats working at odds and working oneself into the grave to do it. Probably not in line with current capitalist/individualist theory, and that’s just fine with me.

    “I See You Never” - Non sci-fi. Another eerily prescient little riff, this time concerning a model tenant being shipped back to Mexico because he overstayed his work visa. Could have been written yesterday.

    “Embroidery” - There is anecdotal evidence that some number of the scientists who developed the first atomic bomb had calculated and believed that there was a significant chance that the detonation would ignite the atmosphere and kill all life on Earth. The decision was made to go ahead with the test anyway.

    “The Big Black and White Game” - Non sci-fi. Supposedly based on a real-life experience Bradbury had as a child on a family vacation to Wisconsin. Copyrighted in 1945, two years before Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier in Major League Baseball. This is a story with strong racial overtones, as the white residents of a small Wisconsin town take on a team of black players from the same region. As one might expect, troubles brew up, and the game ends in riotous disarray. A powerful story, a relic of it’s time. One can only wonder what white readers thought of this clearly progressive take on race relations circa the mid-1940s. As usual, Bradbury was far ahead of his time as he puts a very human face on a turbulent topic.

    “A Sound of Thunder” - So if a singular butterfly flapping its wings in Africa can cause a hurricane in North America, imagine what the consequences would be of silencing a singular butterfly’s flapping some 65 million years ago………

    “The Great Wide World Over There” - Non sci-fi. Mail service comes to rural Missouri in this bittersweet story of a woman who discovers the world through the magic of her mailbox, and then loses it forever.

    “Powerhouse” - Non sci-fi. An unexpected stopover at an abandoned power generating station provides for a consciousness-expanding episode.

    “En La Noche” - Non sci-fi. A wailing woman keeps the inhabitants of a tenement up at all hours, until a brave married man makes a sacrifice of fidelity in order to secure peace and quiet for all. Kinda racy for Bradbury, especially given the era it was written in.

    “Sun and Shadow” - Non sci-fi. A humorous tale of pride and heritage. What do we own if not ourselves?

    “The Meadow” - Non sci-fi. The ghosts of an old movie lot about to be demolished rear their heads one last time. Great story that wears it’s heart on it’s sleeve.

    “The Garbage Collector” - Who gets the task of picking up and disposing of the bodies post-apocalypse?

    “The Great Fire” - Non sci-fi. One of Bradbury’s comedic and sweet slice-of-life tales follows a flirtatious young girl staying with her family and burning with the fires of young love. Or maybe NOT love.

    “Hail and Farewell” - A tale of a man cursed with eternal youth. Sounds like fun, but the reality is much different.

    “The Golden Apples of the Sun” - You have to remember that Bradbury did not write “hard” science-fiction. His vision was more poetic, more mythological. Fine story…..but suspend your disbelief.

    I can't recommend these stories enough. And I'd also recommend seeking out the Bantam paperback editions. You will get a feel for the pulpy paper, the vivid line drawings, the joy of thumbing through a cheap paperback found on a twenty-five cent shelf in some forgotten resale shop somewhere. Read, appreciate, enjoy.

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