Cheers for the heads-up. In the first paragraph you mention The Martian Chronicles. For all my adult life I've been trying to remember the name of the sci-fi tv series that made such an impression on me. The music was funky as fuck as well. Nice one!
I recall that series well - if I remember right, it was scripted by Richard Matheson, no mean fiction writer himself. The painted backdrops looked a bit too much like painted backdrops, but I still remember Rock Hudson confronting Spender, Fritz Weaver and Roddy McDowell(?) meeting the globes, Darren McGavin losing stetson and toupée as the Earth burns and, of course: "Those are the Martians".
Now, where did I put the damn book?
I tell you what, I haven't read any Bradbury stuff in years. I slap myself in contrition. (A ville in Canada in area that rejects capitalisation).
Slow down, Philip, please. I'm just getting started on Robert Aickman.
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