In Laymon's Terms

Roger Range

HADN’T READ RICHARD Laymon’s work until some friends convinced me that I had to—they were right, it’s amazing stuff. Unfortunately, that was only recently after his death, so I never got a chance to meet him. But after hearing so much about him, that’s at the top of my list of Life’s Greatest Regrets.

The Cemetery Dance memorial issue was my first indication of how well-loved Dick was; there were so many authors with so many positive things to say about him that I began to feel like I knew him through those essays. The Laymon story in that issue was the first one I’d ever read, but his talent was evident and I began seeking out more of his work.

Even more striking, though, were the personal stories I heard from everyone who knew him. As I became more involved in the horror genre over the next few years, it became apparent that all of the writers who called him a friend had been profoundly touched by his kindness and mentorship. Many of the rising authors I’ve gotten to know claim to owe much of their success to Dick’s encouragement and support.

Because of that, they feel that they now owe the same kind of encouragement and support to newer writers, like me, who are just starting out. Because of Dick’s influence, the horror field today is a friendly, supportive place to explore terrifying ideas. Dick lives on today in all of the writers that he fostered. Through the people that he touched, I almost feel as though I really did get to know him, and it makes me glad.