The Art of Fiction No. 203, Ray Bradbury | Paris Review

ed: I love this bit

… Since my stroke, I walk very slowly. I saw a sign that night that said, next restroom: two hundred and eighty miles. The registration desk was on the eighth floor. You have to wait ten minutes for an elevator just to go up and register! That night some of the women were taking me back to my room and I said, For God’s sake, where’s the men’s room? We couldn’t find one. One of the girls said, There’s a potted palm over there, why don’t you go use it? So I went over. Nobody saw me. At least I don’t think so.

For more on Bradbury’s thoughts on Mailer and Vonnegut and receiving the Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters, visit: Paris Review – The Art of Fiction No. 203, Ray Bradbury.

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