She goes out to the ravine and calls out to him. Spaulding is worried when Doug goes off with some boys from the neighborhood and still hasn't returned by nightfall.
Doug finally finishes his morning ritual, content that he has ushered in the summer of 1928.Ī departure from Ray Bradbury’s typical science fiction work, Dandelion Wine is a nostalgic and semi-autobiographical novel based on the author’s boyhood in Waukegan, Illinois. As if obeying Doug’s commands, lights go on, people wake up, and slowly the whole town begins coming to life. As he peers out of the cupola window, he surveys the whole town and begins telling everyone to wake up. Doug Spaulding wakes up before sunrise while the rest of the town is still asleep. The story begins one early morning in late June. Rather than having a straightforward plot, Dandelion Wine is a loosely-connected series of vignettes revolving around the Spaulding boys, their friends, and other residents of the town. In the fictional town of Green Town, Illinois, 12-year-old Douglas Spaulding lives in a large three-story house with his 10-year-old brother Tom, their parents, and a few relatives.
“ Bradbury is an authentic original."A magical evocation of boyhood and summer." He was, in fact, the only god living in the whole of Green Town, Illinois, during the twentieth century that Douglas Spaulding knew of. Knew the names of all the wild flowers and when the moon would rise or set and when the tides came in or out.
Knew the words to all the cowboy songs and would teach you if you asked.Could hit baseballs into apple trees, knocking down harvests.Could live underwater two minutes and slide fifty yards downstream.Could leap from the sky like a chimpanzee from a vine.He could pathfind more trails than any Choctaw or Cherokee since time began.
The facts about John Huff, aged twelve, are simple and soon stated. The only god living in Green Town, Illinois, that Douglas Spaulding knew of. A magical, timeless summer in the life of a twelve-year-old boy named Douglas Spaulding-remembered forever by the incomparable Ray Bradbury. It was a summer of sorrows and marvels and gold-fuzzed bees. Of half-burnt firecrackers, of gathering dandelions, of Grandma's belly-busting dinner. A summer of green apple trees, mowed lawns, and new sneakers. The summer of '28 was a vintage season for a growing boy.
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