Refreshingly different from Fahrenheit 451. Bradbury’s introduction gives insight into where the idea came from, and it puts a nice bow on the story, reminding the reader to appreciate and reflect on the details in the ordinary.

one of those books that feels less like a story and more like an experience. Ray Bradbury captures the magic of summer, childhood, and all the little things in life we take for granted. I loved the way it blended nostalgia with those bittersweet moments of growing up. It’s slow at times, but that’s the beauty of it — it makes you stop and notice the small details, just like the characters do.

For me, it felt like stepping back into a simpler time, but with all the emotions and lessons that still matter today. It’s warm, reflective, and beautiful. A book you don’t just read — you feel.

As part of my growing adolescent fascination with the work of Ray Bradbury, of course I read ‘Dandelion Wine’. However, it was one I have not revisited in almost 50 years so my recollection of it is less detailed than many of his other classic books. It’s a collection of interconnected short stories, some previously published, again set in Green Town, Illinois, the fictional counterpart for Waukegan, Illinois where Bradbury spent his first years up until the beginning of his adolescence.

Many of his stories, whether they’re set in Green Town or some other anonymous Midwest town in the 20’s and 30’s resonated with me from the beginning. My father was born just a few months after Bradbury and grew up during that same time in another small town in Missouri, which I recall visiting a few times in my childhood and seeing a neighborhood not much different from Bradbury’s, and a house almost literally unchanged from the time when my father was a boy.

That nostalgia, that yearning for the freshness and intensity of a child’s perception, when a boy will find magic in a birdbath and an earth-scented basement, definitely spoke to my soul and still does, 50 years later.

The main character is a Ray surrogate, a twelve-year old boy named Douglas Spaulding (Bradbury’s middle name is ‘Douglas’) who has a ten-year old brother named Tom. They live with their parents, grandparents, and great-grandmother in an old house that is sturdy and roomy enough to accommodate a few boarders. One of the ‘beginning of summer’ rituals is the bottling of dandelion wine that will last the entire summer and beyond, at which point it will be a way of preserving what was memorable about the summer that just passed.

‘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.’

During this particular summer, Doug fully realizes, for the first time, that he is alive and, conversely, that he will die. He holds mortality at bay as much as he can, with special sneakers in which he can run from one end of the town to the other and working out a clever bartering trade with the shoe salesman as a way to “buy” the sneakers. Doug could be a future salesman himself, persuading the salesman to try on a pair himself so he will know what he’s selling and how it actually feels to wear a pair. The future writer Doug also wants to document every significant event that happens to him this summer of 1928.

His younger brother Tom, on the other hand, is more logical and reasonable. While Doug chronicles the events of the summer, Tom records data such as the first rainfall and other meteorological data. Tom also seems to me to be the wiser of the two, reasoning with and calming down the melodramatic Doug on more than one occasion.

Everything in the town acquires new meaning to the otherwise carefree and playful Doug. There are discernible boundaries between civilization and wilderness in this little hamlet, the most notable example being the ravine:

‘The ravine was indeed the place where you came to look at the two things of life, the ways of man and the ways of the natural world. The town was, after all, only a large ship filled with constantly moving survivors, bailing out the grass, chipping away the rust.’

The death of his great grandma also occurs this summer. After a lifetime of activity and housekeeping and family keeping, she decides that she has lived long enough. She has no discernible ailment, just a “mild but ever-deepening tiredness”. She has to assure Doug and Tom that the time for doing all this activity has come to an end and that they must learn to accept it.

Just as disturbing for Doug is when his best friend John Huff tells him that his father is being transferred to Milwaukee .His family is leaving on the train that evening. John is a budding young superman. He is a master pathfinder, swimmer, climber and jumper. He is also not a bully. He is kind as well as smart. As far as Doug is concerned, he is a god. For their last play activity, they play a game of hide-and-seek. Doug volunteers to be ‘it’, hoping by controlling the pace of the game to prolong John’s departure. John wraps that one up and agrees to play one more game, with him as ‘it’. With Doug and the other boys frozen into ‘statues’, John punches him on the arm gently, saying “So long” and then runs.

There is even a serial killer in Green Town, referred to as The Lonely One. Young spinster Lavinia Nebbs and some of her friends are worried about the disappearance of another of their friends. Rumors of the Lonely One being on the loose abound with the deaths of two young women occurring within the past two months. With the disappearance of their friend they have ample reason to be concerned. Then they find her, lying dead on the ground. They find the police and, after he finishes questioning them, they are free to leave. Lavinia, putting on a brave front, suggests they go to a Charlie Chaplin movie to stave off their fear. This works pretty well until the film ends, the last feature of the night, and they all have to walk home in the dark. Lavinia, still trying to hide her fear behind a brave front, agrees to walk her friends home first, meaning that she’ll have to walk the rest of the way to her house by herself. Bradbury’s mastery of suspense is particularly evident in this chilling and terrifying episode. I won’t reveal the outcome.

There is one episode in which Doug and Tom, primarily Doug, come to believe that a wax, fortune-telling “Tarot Witch” automaton is actually a mummified queen from ancient Egypt. In reality it is a slot machine in which you put in a penny and out comes a card with your fortune written on it. The alcoholic owner is disgusted with it and his failing slot and pinball machine business and ready to throw it in the trash heap. Doug and Tom attempt to rescue it. This sequence is long and tedious and has the effect of Tom and Huck rescuing Jim near the end of ‘Huckleberry Finn’. In both cases it’s an unwelcome diversion that detracts from the power of the novel.

Overall, ‘Dandelion Wine’ works. It is not as disjointed as it seemed to me 50 years ago when I could detect the short story origins of much of it. Depicting the course of a summer is by its nature episodic. There are moments where it seems that everybody talks like Bradbury writes, even the semi-literate characters, and with a zeal and enthusiasm that gradually took over most of his later fiction. At its core, however, it captures, through a poetic filter, the magic and intensity of a child’s perception and his awareness that all this beauty surrounding us is fleeting so we may as well appreciate it as much as we can while we can.

Ray Bradbury

August 22nd 1922 - June 5th, 2012

When Ray Bradbury died reactions came from everywhere including from President Obama. Surprising to me, few mentioned the one of his works that meant so much to me and affected my life so deeply. While he was most known to the general public for his science fiction, I found his mostly autobiographical novel Dandelion Wine to be the most impactful. At the same time it best illustrated Bradbury’s incredible command of the language, his ability to stir the imagination, and the way in which he could open windows on life.

I couldn’t count the number of times I would reread a single sentence and become overwhelmed with admiration and envy at how he used words to create images in the mind’s eye. All this was particularly on display in Dandelion Wine and its sequel, Farewell Summer. For Bradbury, it couldn’t be just water. “Nothing else would do but the pure waters which had been summoned from the lakes far away and the sweet fields of grassy dew on early morning, lifted to the open sky, carried in laundered clusters nine hundred miles, brushed with wind, electrified with high voltage, and condensed upon cool air. This water, falling, raining, gathered yet more of the heavens in its crystals. Taking something of the east wind and the west wind and the north wind and the south, the water made rain and the rain, within this hour of rituals, would be well on its way to wine.”

Essentially, Dandelion Wine is the story of a summer in the life of a twelve year old boy as he comes to understand what it means to be alive. But it is also a time capsule for the year 1928 of life in a small town when everyone’s world was much smaller and more compact. There is horror, love, comedy, wonder, nostalgia, and human relations. Bradbury could find unique ways to describe them all.

I first read Dandelion Wine in 1957 when I wasn’t much older than Douglas Spaulding, the central character. It helped me put life in perspective as I was leaving high school. I read it the second time in the early ‘80s when I introduced my daughter to it. Kelly and I sat on our front porch swing one warm summer evening and I read aloud to her the story of Bill Forrester and Helen Loomis. It was all I could do to finish it and when I did we both had tears streaming down our cheeks. Such was the power of imagination and Bradbury’s ability to stroke it to life using just words.

I read it the third time in preparation for reading the sequel, Farewell Summer, written 55 years after Dandelion Wine. Like a fine wine, it had only gotten better with age. Appropriately, Farewell Summer was given to me by Kelly and I read it on summer’s eve 2012. It was the perfect beginning for yet another summer.

In both books the ravine in Green Town, Illinois, based on Waukegan, Illinois where Bradbury grew up was a central feature. I couldn’t resist going to Googlearth to see if the ravine was real. It was. And, it is still there even after Waukegan had changed from a small town to a satellite of Chicago. I was pleased to simply find I could locate it. But when I zoomed in and highlighted the little tree symbol I found the ravine is now Ray Bradbury Park. Perfect!

Dan Winters

June 29, 2012

DANDELION WINE is first and foremost the story of a 12 year old boy discovering that he is alive. I was lucky enough to read this gorgeous, perfect novel, wrapped in a library's dandelion yellow hardcover, the summer of my 12th year, in the small town of New Haven, Indiana, probably wearing my own pair of Red Ball Jets or Keds, lying in my living room as usual, curled up in a chair with the screen door open to let in the blustery summer wind and sun, with the lush green Indiana grass blowing in waves just outside.

I understood what Bradbury was saying at age 12, an incredible thing in itself, since the themes here are fairly grown-up. Essentially, this book is about a boy flooded with the sudden realization of his own "aliveness", and never has a child's experience of innocent living been so perfectly, passionately illustrated. Douglas Spaulding lying in the grass, or feeling the keen pleasure and pain of carrying heavy laden buckets of self-picked berries out of the woods while the handles crease the insides of his hands. Douglas Spaulding discovering the wonder of a Number Two pencil, and the joy of rising early in the morning to watch his town come to life with the sunrise. Douglas Spaulding discovering that nothing makes a boy fly weightless through his summer vacation better than slipping his feet into the cool, cloudwrapped heaven of a new pair of tennis shoes.

I found this book, at age 12 and several times since, to be an experience ranking with the most important books about human life that I have ever read. Bradbury sees so much, and conveys the experiences so clearly that one knows what Douglas and Ray know by the end. This is a book about passion and joy and being fully alive from moment to moment. It is a sonnet to and affirmation of childhood and innocence of such persuasive power that it has become a key volume of my core library. I don't expect everyone to have such a trascendent experience in the reading, and not everyone is fortunate enough to read this book at as perfect a moment as I did. But it is undeniable in its power and equal to the greatest work Ray Bradbury has produced, in my opinion. I was fortunate enough to meet him and thank him for it while at college. But this book has meant more to me than I could tell him.

Give this to a boy you care about, or read it to evoke, soothe and elevate the child in you. It is pure poetry, Bradbury at the height of his powers, written with genius, on the vital topic of the nature of life. I can only say Douglas Spaulding has never left me. You may find him equally provocative.

Ray Bradbury dragged me in with his style when I recently read Farenheit 451. He kept me hooked with Dandelion Wine. This book is full of imagery and nostalgic longing for a place and time that doesn't exist anymore. There are stories that stretch the limits of belief (particularly The Happiness Machine), yet somehow they still seem to fit comfortably within the world of Green Town. I don't often reread books, but this might fall into a rotation.

The bad part of this was that the physical book, itself. The font is difficult to read. The binding is brittle. And chunks of pages separated from the spine. If there's another version besides this one, or the e-book, maybe you'll have a better experience.

When I think of Ray Bradbury, I usually think of science-fiction or at least fantastical-fiction. Dandelion Wine captures the magic and fantastical of his other writing but it does so in a much more subtle manner.

This book is a story of the summertime adventures of Douglas Spaulding, a 12-year old boy in the small town of Green Town, Illinois in 1928. Douglas' experiences vary wildly in scope and nature but from a high level, they could mostly be considered fairly ordinary. And yet, Bradbury weaves them into magical tales of growth and imagination.

The title of the book comes from the story of Douglas' grandfather bottling dandelion wine throughout the summer and Douglas presenting it as a metaphor for bottling up the various experiences and memories of each summer day. Each golden bottle represents a different memory, tucked away to be retrieved and savored at a later date.

For the first few chapters, I kept waiting for something supernatural or literally magical to sweep onto the scene and take over the plot with its fantastical presence. Instead, each story works its way methodically through the pages and showcases the magic to be found inside the ordinary moments of life. The magic of extra speed found in a new pair of sneakers, the "time machine" to be experienced by listening to an old community member talk about their past, the sorrow of death bringing the painful realization that life will one day end.

Each of the short scenes explores concepts of human nature and our interactions with one another. The stories remind us of the imagination and freedom of youth coupled alongside the realities learned as we grow into adults. In many ways, this could be read as a nostalgia for life in small town America a century ago. And yet, the emotional truths presented still resonate today.

Our technology may have advanced and our lives may be more hectic, but the human condition remains and we should stop and consider how we interact with those around us and with the events we experience. We should bottle up our own Dandelion Wine memories so that we can savor them and learn from them and share them with others.

*****

4.5 out of 5 stars

Great book to kickoff the summer. Reminded me so much of my grandparents house and town. Made me want to read more Ray Bradbury. The characters…what fun!

An Americana novel . Nothing sci fi here, but a good story

Ray Bradbury is a world-renowned author, and I regret only now discovering this book. Through its collection of short stories, which capture the summertime experiences of the main character, a boy named Doug, this book has the power to rekindle childhood memories. It evokes the innocent, serious, and sometimes philosophical worries we had as children, making us smile at them now... No matter where or when we grew up, the nostalgia resonates.

So, if you still cherish summer and have warm memories of your childhood summers, give this book a read - I believe you'll love it!

an old book, damaged a little bit, but what count is what inside ;)

really glad I can finally get this book, I've been looking for it since year

Perhaps I’ll read it once more in a dozen years from now.One of the most beautifully written stories I have read ,and I would very much recommend it to anyone who remembers a time when summers were endless.

Ray Bradburyの‘Dandelion Wine’を読み終わりました。ファンタジーということなので比較的読み易いかと思っていたのですが、単語、文法とも私にとっては難しく、かなり苦戦しました。昔の作品というのは、結構読みにくいものなのかもしれませんね。

本の内容は、なかなか良かったです。

１２歳の少年Douglasの経験した、ひと夏の出来事を描いているのですが、一つ一つの話にそれぞれ味があり、いろいろと考えさせられた本でした。心に響く文もいくつかありました。例えば…

No matter how hard you try to be what you once were, you can only be what you are here and now.

ちょっと読むのが大変でしたが、最後まで頑張って読んだ甲斐があった、そういう本でした。