By: David Smay
David Smay on Fritz Leiber’s THIEVES’ HOUSE
He got an early education in rock’n’roll cynicism.
His horror movies were unimaginably eerie.
With Borges, one of the great masters of the short story.
As big as Bing, but he died in obscurity.
Dreaminess and lyricism in horror.
The wrong kind of feminist, the wrong kind of novelist.
The great striker of sentences between Joyce and Nabokov.
Revenge and cruelty are the wicked core of his films.
“The strange and sinister embroidered on… the normal and easy.”
There are no painters as articulate, self-aware, and playful.
He never ceased his restless formal innovations.
She radiated menace, steel and megawatt charisma.
“I will never be/finished removing/all these faces.”
Wondrous things pressing against the seams of the everyday…