My Teachers. Gone But Not Forgotten

It wouldn’t matter if I had never illustrated “Fahrenheit 451.” Ray Bradbury’s effect on my life would have still been immense. We read “The Sound of Thunder” in my 7th grade English class to the best of my memory, and that was the catalyst that sent me searching for more books in that vein. We had an oddball English teacher (what other kind are there?). That is to say, other kids said he was odd. Perhaps even… gay!? He had his own private library to supplement the schools (very lacking) official library.  There was something subversive about his stash of literature, and thus I borrowed more books out of his collection than I did out of the school’s. Sure I read some trash. I read a book about every Big Foot story and sighing that ever (supposedly) happened. I knew every Sasquatch theory there was when I was 12. I also took out a book by Arthur C. Clark called “Childhood’s End,” which blew my young mind. But the best book by far that I took out of that English teacher’s library was a big book of Ray Bradbury’s short stories. I don’t remember which collection it was, but that summer and that book are unforgettable to me. When it’s 94 degrees out and humid I always wonder if the murder rate is rising. When I see rubbernecks at accidents I get a chill. First because of the accident and then because of what Bradbury thought that crowd was up to. And when I see a carnival I wonder if they have a “Jar,” and how I would avoid it. But mostly, I remember that thanks to an odd ball English teacher (who also taught us how to spot continuity errors in Buster Keaston movies) and Mr. Ray Bradbury I learned to seek out books.  I learned how much I love stories.

Thank you oddball 7th grade English teacher,
 and thank you Ray Bradbury!

Tim Hamilton

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Thrilling Thursday: Oh Yeah, Fahrenheit

Ray Bradbury was in the news last week as he turned 91 on August 22. Then I see that Andrew Losowsky listed my adaptation of Fahrenheit 451 among his “Great Graphic Novel Adaptations” over at the Huffington post.  Flattered and glad to know it has some staying power.

 After finishing 451 I never sat down to read it again once it had been proof read for the final time. Once born, a piece of art or writing is something I want to send out into the world to live. It’ll get a job and prosper or disappear never to be seen again. Either way, I did my best with it but never want to see it again. I hardly ever look at it or write about it.

Mr. Bradbury’s birthday, and the Huffington Post, did reminded me of a few parts of the Fahrenheit Adaptation I put away and forgot about oh those many years ago.

 Here’s a page that was removed at the last minute.
This was to be page 136.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It depicted Montage floating down the river after escaping the robot dog and searching helicopters. He was thinking about how the moon was bright due to the sun I believe. By the time the publisher looked at the page count, and the front matter, it appeared that the book needed a page removed. The whole process of working on Fahrenheit was fairly drama free and this was not a huge deal. I had only started filling in the color for this page when it was removed from the book.

Covers.
We had a lot of cover ideas.
These are three of my favorites that did not make the cut. The copy was for placement only and thus hesitated to show these for the typography alone! 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Till next time!

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