I didn’t realise when I started reading The Illustrated Man that it was published in 1950. It’s aged well.
Many of us read Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 in high school; since then I’ve only really read a few of his collections of short stories. This is one of those, and it’s a decent read. Not all of the stories are brilliant, and a few feel a little dated, or simple – but there’s something warm to them, and there are enough twists to keep it interesting.