The story focuses on an Illinois family distinguished by the fact that most are ghosts and other creatures. Two key characters are a mortal child Timothy, and Cecy, a creature hard to describe. While there are numerous great moments and several delightful passages of rich word craft, the scene that was most striking to me was as follows:
"Listen, now, let me provide the history of the rising tide of disbelief. The Judeo-Christian world is a devastation. The burning bush of Moses will not fire. Christ, from the tomb, fears to come forth should he be unrecognized by doubting Thomas. The shadow of Allah melts at noon. So Christians and Muslims confront a world torn by many wars to finalize yet a larger. Moses did not walk down the mountain for he never walked up. Christ did not die for he was never born. All this, all this mind you, is of great importance to us, for we are the reverse side of the coin toss in the air to fall heads or tails. Does the unholy or holy win? Ah, but look: the answer is neither none or what? Not only is Jesus lonely and Nazareth in ruins, but the populace at large believes in nothing. There is no room for either glorious or terrible. We are in danger, too, trapped in the tomb with an uncrucified carpenter, blown away with the burning bush as the east's Black Crucible cracks its mortar and falls. The world is at war. They do not name us the Enemy, no, for that would give us flesh and substance. You must see face or the mask in order to strike through one to deface the other. They war against us by pretending, no, assuring each other we have no flash and substance. It is a figment war. And if we believe as these disbelievers believe, we will flake our bones to litter the wins."
This section is a stunning literary meditation comparable to Philip Rieff's Third Culture. This is a world drained of transcendence and signals of ultimate reality, where all has been eclipsed by the immediate and we dwell in a cave cold and alone. However, Bradbury's From the Dust Returned does not end with this note of despair. It is a fine read and both delightful and instructive.