One of the greatest science fiction authors of our time, Ray Bradbury, died today at the age of 91. In the countless obituaries being published, many of his great works are cited, including "Fahrenheit 451," "The Martian Chronicles," and "Something Wicked This Way Comes." It is, however, Bradbury's "The Illustrated Man" that is particularly beloved by much of the tattooed masses.
"The Illustrated Man" is a collection of short stories that are told through the images that come to life on one drifter's skin -- from stranded astronauts to robotic clones.
Here's an excerpt of the Prologue, from when the narrator meets the Illustrated Man on the side of a road:
How can I explain about his Illustrations? If El Greco had painted miniatures in his prime, no bigger than your hand, infinitely detailed, with all his sulphurous color, elongation, and anatomy, perhaps he might have used this man's body for his art. The colors burned in three dimensions. They were windows looking in upon fiery reality. Here, gathered on one wall, were all the finest scenes in the universe the man was a walking treasure gallery. This wasn't the work of a cheap carnival tattoo man with three colors and whisky on his breath. This was the accomplishment of a living genius vibrant, clear, and beautiful.
"Oh, yes," said the Illustrated Man. "I'm so proud of my Illustrations that I'd like to burn them off. I've tried sandpaper, acid, a knife . . ."
The sun was setting. The moon was already up in the East.
"For, you see," said the Illustrated Man, "these Illustrations predict the future."
I said nothing.
"It's all right in sunlight," he went on.
"I would keep a carnival day job. But at night--the pictures move. The pictures change."
I must have smiled. "How long have you been Illustrated?"
"In 1900, when I was twenty years old and working a carnival, I broke my leg. It laid me up; I had to do something to keep my band in, so I decided to get tattooed."
"But who tattooed you? What happened to the artist?"
"She went back to the future," he said. "I mean it. She was an old woman in a little house in the middle of Wisconsin here somewhere not far from this place. A little old witch who looked a thousand years old one moment and twenty years old the next, but she said she could travel in time. I laughed. Now, I know better."
"How did you happen to meet her?"
He told me. He had seen her painted sign by the road SKIN ILLUSTRATION! Illustration instead of tattoo! Artistic! So he had sat all night while her magic needles stung him wasp stings and delicate bee stings. By morning he looked like a man who had fallen into a twenty color print press and been squeezed out, all bright and picturesque.
"I've hunted every summer for fifty years," he said, putting his hands out on the air. "When I find that witch I'm going to kill her."
The sun was gone. Now the first stars were shining and the moon had brightened the fields of grass and wheat. Still the Illustrated Man's pictures glowed like charcoals in the half light, like scattered rubies and emeralds, with Rouault colors and Picasso colors and the long, pressed out El Greco bodies.
"So people fire me when my pictures move. They don't like it when violent things happen in my Illustrations. Each Illustration is a little story. If you watch them, in a few minutes they tell you a tale. In three hours of looking you could see eighteen or twenty stories acted right on my body, you could hear voices and think thoughts. It's all here, just waiting for you to look. But most of all, there's a special spot on my body." He bared his back. "See?" There's no special design on my right shoulder blade, just a jumble."
"When I've been around a person long enough, that spot clouds over and fills in. If I'm with a woman, her picture comes there on my back, in an hour, and shows her whole life-how she'll live, how she'll die, what she'll look like when she's sixty. And if it's a man, an hour later his picture's here on my back. It shows him falling off a cliff, or dying under a. train. So I'm fired again."
All the time he had been talking his hands had wandered over the Illustrations, as if to adjust their frames, to brush away dust--the motions of a connoisseur, an art patron. Now he lay back, long and full in the moonlight. It was a warm night. There was no breeze and the air was stifling. We both had our shirts off.
"And you'll never found the old woman?"
"And you think she came from the future?"
"How else could she know these stories she painted on me?"
He shut his eyes tiredly. His voice grew fainter. "Sometimes at night I can fed them, the pictures, like ants, crawling on my skin. Then I know they're doing what they have to do. I never look at them any more. I just try to rest. I don't sleep much. Don't you look at them either, I warn you. Turn the other way when you sleep."
I lay back a few feet from him. He didn't seem violent, and the pictures were beautiful. Otherwise I might have been tempted to get out and away from such babbling. But the Illustrations . . . I let my eyes fill up on them. Any person would go a little mad with such things upon his body.***
In 1969, the film The Illustrated Man was released, embodying the same dark, foreboding tales of the book. The trailer is below. You can also rent or buy the film on Amazon. But I highly recommend getting a copy of the book, a literary gem that still holds up today.
Today on culture blog Flavorwire.com, Emily Temple offers the illustrated list Marked Men: The 10 Coolest Tattoos on Film, which include some of my classic and newer favorites.
It starts off with the most iconic knuckle tattoos on film: the "Love" and "Hate" on serial killer Reverend Harry Powell in the 1956's movie Night of the Hunter. I was also happy to see the inclusion of Ray Bradbury's 1960 film The Illustrated Man in which the tattoos on Rod Steiger's dreary character come to life in different stories. [It's not a perfect movie but I still recommend it. And like in most cases, the book holds a better story.] Of course the list includes more contemporary films like Memento, Harry Potter and The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.
Naturally, it's impossible to list every tattooed character in film, but there are some notable ones I would've added: George Clooney's neo-tribal sleeve and neck work in From Dusk till Dawn, which inspired tons of copies on fans. Then there's Sylvester Stallone's character in The Expendables, who gets tattooed by Mickey Rourke. In fact, many of Stallone's existing tattoos were incorporated into the faux designs. In Eastern Promises, Vigo Mortensen looked super fine in his Russian prison tattoos. Who could forget the killer backpiece on Ralph Fienes' psycho character in the Red Dragon? And don't get me started on the Mike Tyson facial tattoo copy on Ed Helm's character in The Hangover 2 that sparked a law suit.
While many of the tattoos in movies are created by design teams with make-up artists, more and more productions are using actual tattooists to create them -- and with that comes more realistic and hopefully more artful ink on the big screen.
Thanks to all who sent me the Flavorwire link!