The above shot of Richard is from 1974. I purloined it from Film Comment magazine. You almost wanna say "Look at the you-know-what hipster," don't you? I didn't meet Richard until, oh, well over twenty years after this picture was taken, and his mode for dealing with younger film critics was quite a bit more avuncular than anything this shot suggests. I still love this shot of him because he has this air of both confidence and poetic dreaminess, and also of potential extreme volubility. These qualities are always is present in his writing, and were always present in his conversation. I think everybody who knew Richard even slightly, as I did, is heartbroken today...but also feels very lucky to have known him at all, because in addition to being a really terrific critic and journalist he was also BOTH a mensch and a prince.
If you weren't lucky enough to have known him, well, there's a lot to read, but I'd actually start with the wonderful interview he did with David Thomson for the above-mentioned Film Comment, which captures his voice and his erudition and enthusiasm wonderfully. Then buy his BFI Film Classics monograph on Lolita, and mourn that he didn't do more stuff along these lines. Then curse the gods, or rather the devils, that have somehow conspired to keep from you from accessing "Afternoon With An Obsession," Richard's late-'70s Village Voice profile of Carole Laure, perhaps the only male-written "I'm smitten with this film star" piece that will not inspire instantaneous projectile vomiting (Anthony Lane ought to have looked it up before meeting Scarlett Johansson). Richard Zoglin's reminiscence of him at Time's site is also very good. But mainly read Richard, always a delight. And you know, he wasn't really wrong about Speed Racer either.