It struck me as a very different set of stories than I'm used to with Bradbury. They weren't quite as fantastic, or quite as nostalgic, as much of his writing tends to be. But they were really enjoyable all the same, and I found myself looking forward to reading the next story every time.

Definitely worth a read.

2 stars
Definitely not my cup of tea. Some of the stories were ok, but most of them I just didn't get. They were bland, as if Bradbury just wrote a few notes for himself, maybe ideas for stories he didn't get to write or something.

This may read weird, but the content was tightly delivered, somewhat inventive, but ultimately what felt like throw-away stories Bradbury had impulsively written (per his many, many words on the topic of productivity and routine) then tucked away under meatier stories more worthy of his attention.

These are a great read in passing, for quick literary bites that take a nugget of slightly stale reality minutia and sprinkle the bare minimum of wonder for exploration. An astronaut plummeting into a snowflake atop a childs tongue after paragraphs of gripping mortality reflection this was not, but Bradbury is still too talented to put anything to paper that isn't at least worth a read.

- This old Bradbury is a pale shadow of the great writer he once was;
- Some good stories, one or two very good, but most don't go beyond average;
- Bad and misplaced edition: it's a (mostly) mainstream book included in a science fiction series. As if the publisher didn't bother to read the book and went automatically with the Bradbury => science fiction trope;
- The overall atmosphere is one of melancholy, of looking back in sadness at the good old and lost forever days;
- Which is to say, an old man's book.
- Not bad, though. Even as a shadow of his former self, Bradbury is better as a writer than many others.

Kissing cousins, no thanks, barely any character development, incomplete, open ended outlines of stories, roughest Bradbury I’ve read, nope

Като изключа „Марсиански хроники“ и „451 градуса по Фаренхайт“, няма нещо на Бредбъри, което да съм подхванал и да не ме е очаровало.
„Нощен влак за Вавилон“ е приятен сборник с 21 разказа. Не всеки от разказите е шедьовър, но удоволствието от вълшебното перо на автора се усеща на мига.
„Нощен влак за Вавилон“, „Здравей, трябва да си вървя“, „ Какво ли е станало със Сали“, „Онова старо куче, което лежи в прахта“, „Огледалото“, „Разделената къща“… това е Бредбъри, който познавам… това е и скелетът на този сборник. Другите разкази понакуцват малко или много, но магията е винаги някъде там.
Като чета Бредбъри никога не знам какво ме чака на завоя…то е .. и сега ще направя странното сравнение, то е като да гледаш Федерер, винаги изящно и дори топката накрая да удари мрежата си е заслужавало вниманието ти.

DNF 7%

there were maybe four stories in here that weren’t totally up my alley, but all the others were amazing, hilarious, elegant, the works. short fiction is king, okay?

I have enjoyed many of Bradbury's short stories and Fahrenheit 451 immensely. This collection of short stories was so boring that it felt like a chore to get through them. There a couple good ones like "The Mirror" and "Mr. Pale" but most were bland or confusing as if they were written around inside jokes that the audience wasn't in on.
There were also a couple stories that specifically reference kissing your cousins which feels weird. Bradbury writes as if it is not only normal but expected. It was uncomfortable to say the least.

I've enjoyed almost everything I've read by Bradbury over the years, but this collection left me a little cold. It's from the tail end of his career and, unfortunately, most of the stories just didn't really click for me. Most of them were non-genre and a lot of them I just didn't get. There was an uncomfortable degree of sexism in some of the stories (I don't know how to read The Bird That Comes Out of the Clock in a non-misogynist manner) and more "kissing-cousins" than is strictly necessary (ie greater than zero). Bradbury's writing always had a strong streak of nostalgia running through it, but it felt very strong in this one, to the point that I was rolling my eyes at times.

Not a great collection, to be honest. This may well not be a keeper.

Take a wild ride behind a driver supposedly driving blind but in reality taking us all to worlds and situations we could only have dreamed about and share the humor of it all from the creative genius of Ray Bradbury. I haven't read nearly enough of Bradbury but I have enjoyed every story. These are delightful little morsels, but be careful — it's hard to partake of just one.

Совершенно сногсшибательный сборник «Вождение вслепую» - того зрелого Брэдбери, которому уже интересна была не фантастика, а теплые человеческие истории. Две бабулечки за 80, у одной из которых похитили любовные письма. Мальчуган на пороге юности, потрясенный тем, что и у него, оказывается, есть тело с какими-то собственными властными желаниями, и, мало того, у девочек тоже есть тела, - и как же сильно это будет определять теперь их дальнейшую жизнь. Расстающаяся пара, где женщина умудрилась сказать любовнику самое обидное… Короче, чистый всплеск счастья.
* В определенном смысле этот сборник Брэдбери – немножко Салли Руни нормального человека, но звучит ужасно(