The SF Signal blog has a very nice piece out about Ray Bradbury. He's actually not an author I'd read too much of as a child -- a bad experience with Dandelion Wine in school put me off him. But recently I stumbled across a couple of paperbacks of his short stories at a book sale, and have been devouring them.
He's certainly more a fantasist than a writer of SF; on that grounds I make no judgment. But whatever pigeonhole one puts him in, his use of word, image and emotion is extraordinary. So here's a toast to the man.
For any who have not yet read it, the Paris Review has a fantastic interview with Bradbury on their website.