The Fritz Leiber Home Page

Author: FranzWesten (Page 1 of 3)

Q&A about Fritz Leiber

I had the pleasure of answering a Q&A about Fritz Leiber for the Science Fiction Book Club, which is an excellent Facebook group, well worth joining, the Q&A is also on  (There is no good reason of the use of an image from Equinox above, other than I love Fritz’s expression…)

David Hipschman: Any background on how his story I think it was called “Gonna Roll Dem Bones” came about? It was about playing craps with the devil or god. I came across it about 50 years ago or more. read more

Fritz’s Pacificon II (1964) Worldcon speech “Monsters And Monster Lovers” is on Youtube

Fritz’s excellent speech to Pacificon is on youtube, audio only, but excellent quality.

As you would expect, a great listen, and Fritz is in his element!

“Pacificon II, the 22nd World Science Fiction Convention, was held in Oakland, CA in 1964. In this interesting audio with images, Fritz Leiber speaks eloquently about his favorite literary monsters (from Yog Sothoth to the forest in Peer Gynt), the relationship of science fiction to traditional monsters, why we are drawn to these characters, and on horror in a time of war. The first 10 minutes or so are a loving listing of characters, and the meat of the talk starts after that. This material was provided by The Southern California Institute for Fan Interests (SCIFI), and Jerome Scott, Director of Projects for SCIFI in LA.” read more

The Cromcast: A Weird Fiction Podcast

Head over to The Cromcast where you can hear Jon, Josh and Luke chat about several Lankhmar stories, these are funny and engaging as well as interesting listens, (as is the rest of their podcasts) so do yourself a favour and give them a listen, Fritz podcasts are so rare!

A rather nice review of the Lankhmar series.

“One of my very favourite books, by one of my very favorite writers, starring two of the most delightful characters in the history of fantastic literature.” – Neil Gaiman I came across Fritz Leiber’s Lankhmar while browsing through a random MPH bookstore. Having read a lot of fantasy novels since young, I was keenly intrigued […]

via Book Review: Lankhmar by Fritz Leiber — TAYLOR’S UNIVERSITY BOOK CLUB read more

Fritz Leiber audio files over at

Over at they have added a batch of Fritz Leiber recordings from various sources, such as conventions.

I haven’t had a listen yet, but seems well worth investigating, there seems like there is a lot to listen to!

Will Hart has kindly added these links below for all the Fritz Material.

Fritz Leiber, Robert Bloch and Others Discussing H. P. Lovecraft in 1963 – A Complete PDF File, with JPG’s Available Too! read more

Centipede Press release Swords against Deviltry…

Centipede press are releasing Fritz’s Swords series!  Artwork from Tom Kidd looks lovely, and I suspect these will be highly sought after.

Swords and Deviltry features five color interior illustrations, a full-color frontispiece, full color wraparound dustjacket, and custom illustrated endpapers. The introduction is by Michael Moorcock. The book includes all of the stories that make up Swords and Deviltry along with two archival essays by Harry O. Fischer, Fritz Leiber’s 1973 introduction, two “Gray Mouser” poems from The Acolyte, and an interview with Fritz Leiber from 1979. Yes, we will be publishing the entire series of novels, each one with a load of extras. This is the ultimate edition of this legendary fantasy series. ” read more

Rare Fritz Leiber material available on Independent voices.

Independent voices which hosts thousands of old alterative press tites has lots of Fritz articles and goodies, most notably the story Stonehenge 94101, which featured in a 1976 Issue. The story clearly links to Our Lady of Darkness and paramentals…

I have pulled in the text and formatted below.

Stonehenge 94101, by Fritz Leiber

Old Hawkinsby wouldn’t let me help him carry his telescope to the roof, although it weighed a good 25 pounds and his limp made him drag one foot painfully.

“It’s a scientific instrument and has to be treated with care,” he snarled breathlessly. “You just follow me and concentrate on not making any noise. They don’t like it.”

I thought he meant the old apartment building’s owners or other tenants. Tracy had warned me he’d be difficult, but that, “if it’s crackpot occultists with off-trail theories you want for your book, Fred, then he’s a real dilly. None of the hackneyed black magic and witchcraft stuff, but something about big cities and how by the sheer mass of their concrete and steel they’re developing a life of their own and taking control of us. And he’s somehow worked in Stonehenge, though not the Druidism angle.”

On the top landing was a padlocked door. Hawkinsby explained between gasps, “They did it to keep winos from sleeping up here. But I’ve a key.”

As he stood there interminably, waiting I suppose for his breathing to get regular, I made conversation by saying, “I guess you get some people — the kind who never heard of astronomy — seeing you with a telescope, think you must be a peeping Tom.”

He cocked a hairy eyebrow at me. “You can waste a lot of time that way,” he said shortly, then grew reflective and expository. “Most people don’t do interesting things near lighted windows. Afraid of snipers. And if they do, there’s no guarantee as to their sex, age, or looks. Also, exhibitionists want an audience — they have to know someone’s watching them. The ones you most often see are skinny old men like me, writing at a table or doing other work conspicuously.”

He nodded for a period, opened the door, and the night sounds of San Francisco poured in. A little later he lifted the telescope out onto the roof and motioned me through and shut the door behind us and snapped on the padlock, though leaving in the key.

“Don’t want to be disturbed,” he explained in a hoarse whisper.

I nodded doubtfully and took a few steps. Gravel rutched under my foot. “Shh!” he warned. “They got sharp ears.”

I stopped, though he was making more noise than I was, what with his dragging foot. While he busied himself extending the legs of the tripod and otherwise setting up the telescope, I looked around.

It was one of San Francisco’s rare warm, clear nights. White light striking upward from the canyons of the streets dimmed the stars without extinguishing them. Red lights winked warnings to planes. For a couple of blocks around us there wasn’t anything much taller than our eight storeys. Then came the great irregular circle of high rises, like a giant fence of thick pillars shutting us in — or standing stones, menhirs, it occured to me, remembering what Tracy had said about Stonehenge.

I noted the Sequoias condominium on Cathedral Hill (which has a college of mortuary science next door, oddly), the glassy bulk of the Federal Building, the towers of the Hilton, St. Francis, Fairmont, and Sir Francis Drake Hotels (the last with its white, five-point, revolving star), the Wells Fargo Building, One Market Plaza, the monstrous hulk of the Bank of America Building, and the up-ward-directed thick dagger of the Transamerica Pyramid completing the circle.

Hawkinsby must have been watching the direction of my gaze, for, “I realized they were a Stonehenge,” the white-haired old man whispered hoarsely, “when I found myself using them to mark the places of the rising and the setting of the stars. And then the idea came to me that men hadn’t built those monstrosities. Things that big build themselves and men just think they’re giving the directions, making the arrangements. Actually, the horizontal pressure gets too great and something has to give, so it gives upward, vertically. This was all first put forward in an old book I could show you: Megapolisomancy: A New Science of Cities published around 1900 by someone called Thibaut de Castries, a neglected thinker. It tells you all about paranatural phenomena and paramental entities.”

I thought, he gets right into it, doesn’t he? No breaking it gently to me. He’s a superdilly, all right. Buildings building themselves!

For his benefit I nodded wisely and asked, “What do you use the telescope for, now that your interest is in the buildings, not the stars?”

“Why, to watch them generating our replacements,” he said, “the paramental entities, the men of metal and smoke and darkness who will become humanity when the buildings take over completely. Have you ever studied rooftops? They’re a whole world no one bothers to look at. All sorts of little chimneys and ventilators and vent pipes, some with metal hats, and lots of things you can never figure out a purpose for — all sorts of sinister grotesque, stick-figures made of scrap. That’s where they’re generating our replacements who, when the time comes, will take over. It’s already started. Look here!” And stepping aside, he indicated the eyepiece of the telescope.

The instrument was directed toward a dark clump of buildings, not the highest. I noted only one lighted window among them. Hawkinsby had put a zenith prism in the set-up, so I wouldn’t need to squat. I bent over the telescope, put my eye to the eyepiece, careful not to touch it, so as not to jiggle the image.

It was focussed on a wide window somewhere — the one I’d noted, must be. There we’re no shades or curtains. The room was bare with pale blue walls — a little dim or muted because of the magnifica-. tion but distinct. The only thing in it was a narrow tin (or sheet iron) chimney that separated into a T at the top — at least it looked like a chimney. It was such a strange, surreal picture — an indoor chimney in a bare blue room! — that I stared at it quite a while to make sure that the chimney or whatever was behind the window and not in front of it.

I lifted my head. The first thing my eyes lit on was a similar chimney (or whatever) I hadn’t noticed before on the roof where I was. I looked around for Hawinsby and couldn’t see him. I didn’t recall hearing footsteps moving off while I’d been looking through the telescope, but I’d been concentrating. I moved around the roof, calling his name softly and getting nervous. He hadn’t seemed the practical joker sort, but. . .Pretty soon I’d searched all the roof without finding him and I’d ended up at the door down. There seemed to be no brick-set metal ladders down or other ways to leave the roof. The door was still shut by the padlock with the key in it.

I made myself go back to the black telescope waiting there for me on its three legs. I was pretty jumpy by now. I bent over the eyepiece, looked, blinked, gave a start and looked again.

What I thought I saw at first was the blue room with the chimney, but with Hawinsby in it, standing very thin and tall with his arms stretched out in a T, like a crucified man. That was only a flash. When I made myself look again, there were only two metal chimneys in the bare blue room.

My second start must have jarred the telescope, for the third time I tried to look there was only blackness. And now I couldn’t see any lighted window at all in the direction the telescope was pointing.

Also, I couldn’t find the chimney I’d thought I’d noticed on the roof I was on.

And that’s the way it stayed. That’s the furthest I’ve been able to get. Tracy has no ideas either. Hawkinsby has disappeared in a direction where I can see only blackness. read more

More details on forthcoming Fritz Leiber Centipede Press collection.

The always wonderful Centipede Press have their new Fritz Leiber collection  (Fritz Leiber:Masters of the Weird Tale in 2 volumes,) due for release in march 2016.  It has artwork by Tom Kidd, Allen Koszowski, Travis Lewis, and Rodger Gerberding, plus a new introduction by John Pelan.

The contents look very good, with a mixture of well known and rarer stories and I really am very excited to see the artwork, Rodger Gerberding contributed to Gummitch & Friends,  Allen Koszowski on the Midnight House collections, the featured image is from Travis Lewis, and is for Cry Witch, Tom Kidd (I believe) is doing the wraparound cover (see here)

The Dreams of Albert Moreland
Smoke Ghost
Mr Adams’ Garden of Evil
The Black Gondolier
The Power of the Puppets
Skinny’s Wonderful
Alice and the Allergy
Midnight by the Morphy Watch
Spider Mansion
The Terror from the Depths
Replacement for Wilmer: A Ghost Story
You’re All Alone
The Hill and the Hole
Cry Witch!
Lie Still, Snow White
The Casket-Demon
The Man Who NeverGrew Young
The Enormous Bedroom
The Dead Man
The Man Who Made Friends with Electricity
Black Has Its Charms
The Dealings of Daniel Kesserich
In the X-Ray
Little Old Miss Macbeth
The Button Molder
Dark Wings
The Girl with the Hungry Eyes
Horrible Imaginings
The Hound
The Glove
Diary in the Snow
The Ghost Light
The Automatic Pistol
I’m Looking for Jeff
Belsen Express
A Bit of the Dark World
Richmond, Late September, 1849
Four Ghosts in Hamlet
The Phantom Slayer
Midnight in the Mirror World
Gonna Roll the Bones

« Older posts

© 2024 Lankhmar

Theme by Anders NorenUp ↑