But as young Douglas is about to discover, summer can be more than the repetition of established rituals whose mystical power holds time at bay.
It is yesteryear and tomorrow blended into an unforgettable always. It is a pair of brand-new tennis shoes, the first harvest of dandelions for Grandfather's renowned intoxicant, the distant clang of the trolley's bell on a hazy afternoon. Twelve-year-old Douglas Spaulding knows Green Town, Illinois, is as vast and deep as the whole wide world that lies beyond the city limits. Dandelion Wine stands out in the Bradbury literary canon as the author's most deeply personal work, a semi-autobiographical recollection of a magical small-town summer in 1928. Ray Bradbury's moving recollection of a vanished golden era remains one of his most enchanting novels. “Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip for children change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in.” Bradbury has such a lyrical way with words and it translates especially well in this book. It is a beautiful story that overwhelms me every time.
One chapter in particular (The Swan) is quite tear stained. My copy of this book is now well dog-eared, my favorite stories have been read over and over again. It is a collection of short stories that take place in one small town in the summer of 1928. Dandelion Wine is, in my opinion, the best of both worlds. I like his novels (you really can’t go wrong with Fahrenheit 451 and The Martian Chronicles) but I what I really prefer are his short stories.
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