I was sad to hear today of the passing of another of the favorite authors of my youth. Richard Matheson has gone.
Before I could read, The Incredible Shrinking Man aired on local television. I was under my grandmother's care on school day afternoons.
God bless my grandmama. She didn't see any harm in letting me watch a story of a man showered with a strange substance that made him smaller and smaller, until he was menaced by his house cat and a tarantula.
It was all fascinating stuff. Imagination rich and wonderful.
It was just the first of many hours with Matheson's work. I read his short stories in horror collections starting when I was 10 or eleven, but no one who's been alert the past 50 years or so has escaped Matheson.
From Poe adaptations to Twilight Zone to Somewhere in Time, his mark is on our consciousness.
Sad to see him go.
Here's a post from a few of years ago about my fond reading of his collection Shock Waves.