Sebastien Pharand
EN YEARS AGO, I found an old tattered copy of a book called The Cellar in a used bookstore. I had never heard of Richard Laymon, but was intrigued by the cover. I got home, sat down in my reading chair and began reading the book. To my complete surprise, five or six hours later, I had completely finished it and was amazed at the slur of emotions it made me feel. The book was scary, bold, bloody, violent, and darkly funny. It gave me a whole new perspective on horror fiction.
It is Richard Laymon who made me want to become a horror writer. I have been a constant reader of his ever since that long-ago evening and I know that I’ll keep coming back to his stories the moment I need a good scare. Richard Laymon is a writer who will greatly be missed by me, by his fans, and (maybe most importantly) by the horror genre itself.