The Two Rays
Sometimes you write the article, sometimes the article writes you.
You’ve seen it a million times. The head table, on a dais, faces the audience. The honored guests take the stage to applause. The microphones are adjusted, name cards arranged, the host begins the program.
But when the greatest living science fiction writer is the guest, the gods are aware and send us a message, lest we begin to imagine that we are in charge of the agenda.
Ray Bradbury is in a wheelchair these days. The Comic-Con arranged for a nifty, new-looking wheelchair elevator to be at the end of the stage. Ray’s people wheeled him across the front of the stage to a round of applause. They wheeled him into the elevator, a glass box (waist high, if you’re standing, if you’re sitting, it’s up to your neck) on a lifting platform, glittering, unmarked by fingerprint or key scratch or any marks of human inhabitation. It was also innocent of any rehearsal, the hallmark of every smooth use of any stagecraft more complicated than a hat.
If it was President Roosevelt, two guys would’ve lifted him and his chair the two or three feet from floor to the stage. It might have taken an extra guy, Comic-Con folks not usually bringing Secret Service beef to the table. But we have modern technology—no sweat, no strain.
In 2007, still without our silver jumpsuits, faced with an untried, miniature elevator, Ray sat there a prisoner, his unfailing good nature in no danger from this silly snag, for ten minutes. They fiddled with the lock, they looked concerned, they did their impression of Wile E. Coyote in the moments between realizing the scheme has misfired and feeling the faint breeze that announces the arriving boulder. They moved the platform up an inch, they moved it down three inches. They did these things for ten minutes with no help sought or offered from any authority. Finally, they blundered upon the right sequence of actions and the gleaming glass and steel doorway opened and Ray Bradbury was freed from The Crystal Prison of the Festival of Fans.

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