Recently I had a fascinating reading experience. It took place on Mars.
Six months ago I reread The Martian Chronicles, by Ray Bradbury. The stories in this collection describe entire towns migrating to Mars, Martian natives meeting Earth people and labeling them insane, Martian canals filled with water, a house that lives on long after its inhabitants have died.
As you may have guessed, the stories aren’t really science fiction; they’re full-blown fantasy, ejected from the overheated imagination of Ray Bradbury. In fact, they’re not about Mars at all; they’re about the inside of Bradbury’s head. Luckily for us, it was the head of a genius, so reading The Martian Chronicles is a thrilling experience.