Somewhere In Time
Richard Matheson
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 0765361396
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Like What Dreams May Come, which inspired the movie starring Robin Williams, Somewhere in Time is the powerful story of a love that transcends time and space, written by one of the Grand Masters of modern fantasy.
Matheson's classic novel tells the moving, romantic story of a modern man whose love for a woman he has never met draws him back in time to a luxury hotel in San Diego in 1896, where he finds his soul mate in the form of a celebrated actress of the previous century. Somewhere in Time won the World Fantasy Award for Best Novel, and the 1979 movie version, starring Christopher Reeve and Jane Seymour, remains a cult classic.
Gallery,” not in this hotel. I’m an idiot. This hotel’s not an island of yesterday. It’s an aging landmark on the beach. And Elise McKenna? An actress who died eighteen years ago. No dramatic reason. Just old age. Nothing dramatic happened to her here seventy-five years ago either. She just changed in personality, that’s all. Maybe she slept with Robinson. Or a bellboy. Or— Oh, shut up! Forget it, Collier. Drop it, scrap it, dump it, end it. Only a moron would pursue it further.
that I was in 1896, that the bed beneath me was in 1896, perhaps the entire room around me. The fireplace sound continued unabated and I saw the ceiling clearly and it wasn’t the same color as it is now. Finally, I dared attempt a physical move. Nothing earth-shattering, granted, but, again, in implication, shattering to me. Because it was done by will. It was voluntary; calculated. I turned my head on the pillow. (I forgot to mention the pillow but it was there too; in 1896, no doubt of that.)
washed them off. A man was waiting in the corridor when I came out; I’d forgotten it was not a private bathroom. He was probably in a grumpy mood from having had to wait so long. Probably, he’d heard my laughing too, for as I exited he regarded me as a zookeeper might some particularly obnoxious specimen. I managed to keep a straight face, but no sooner was I past him than a snort escaped my nostrils and I stumbled to my room, followed, doubtless, by his glares. Back in the room, I donned the
To my left, the obelisk, the big, black tombstone: Universal Tower. How many times have I been in there on appointments? Strange to realize I’ll never see another producer, never prepare another script. Never again have to call my agent. “Hey, for Chrissake, where’s my check? I’m overdrawn.” A peaceful thought, that. Super timing too; to leave when hardly anyone is working anyway. Nearly to the Hollywood Bowl. Haven’t been there since late August. Took that Screen Gems secretary. What was her
kissed her gently. “You don’t have to thank me. I was there, in heaven, with you.” “Oh,” she whispered. It was like a pent-up breath released. “Yes, it was. Heaven.” She slipped her arms around my neck and gazed at me, a smile of sweet contentment on her lips. “If we hadn’t been together tonight, I would have perished, Richard.” She made a feeble sound. “Come to think of it, I did perish,” she said. She kissed my cheek. “To be rejuvenated in your arms. Reincarnated as a woman.” “Oh, you are a