Helpern reminds me so much of Ray Bradbury, particularly in the Martian Chronicles/Silver Locusts. His writing in these short stories is more poetry than prose. Such a wonderful, driven, almost musical style and so involving and evocative. It was this collection which did so much to lock me in to science fiction when I first read it (late 50s). It real is like reading verse. You feel you can see, hear, even smell the places and things he describes. Much like the city and places in WT.