The Best of Fritz Leiber
The Wizard of Nehwon
Gonna Roll The Bones
Sanity
Wanted-An Enemy
The Ship Sails At Midnight
The Enchanted Forest
Coming Attraction
Poor Superman
A Pail of Air
The Foxholes of Mars
The Big Holiday
The Night He Cried
The Big Trek
Space-Time for Springers
Try and Change the Past
A Deskful of Girls
Rump-Titty-Titty-Tum-Tah-Tee
Mariana
The Man Who Made Friends With Electricity
The Good New Days
America The Beautiful
Afterword
notes
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The Best of Fritz Leiber
by Fritz Leiber
The Wizard of Nehwon
WHEN I was first asked to write an introduction to a volume of Fritz Leiber stories—the most important of such collections at that—my reaction was inappropriately inelegant: “Huh?” I still think it had a fundamental tightness. How can anybody properly comment on the work of one who is not only his senior in the profession by a good many years, but is universally acknowledged to be among its three or four all-time titans?
Yet this was an honor I could not decline. It was like being in a physics department back around 1935 and invited to introduce a series of guest lectures by Einstein. A person hi that position realizes the audience hasn’t come to hear, or read, him. But he’ll try to avoid boring platitudes. If he’s lucky, he’ll even convey a slight extra insight, which will help that audience appreciate the visitor and what he’ll say a little bit more than they might otherwise have done. Maybe I’ll luck out.
Let’s first make a few remarks about the man himself, before going on to his writing. They will be only a few—despite the keyhole school of criticism, the facts of a creator’s life are not required for an understanding of his or her work; or if they are, then that person has to that extent failed as an artist.
Fritz Leiber does employ a certain amount of autobiography hi his work, perhaps more than any other maker of science fiction or fantasy. But he’s far too skillful for you to need to know what the personal element is.
Besides, he lets you in on some of it himself, for your pleasure, in his afterword to the present volume.And I can’t claim deep knowledge of him in any event. We have been friends for a long time, guests in each other’s homes, and so on; but until recently, geographical separation prevented frequent encounters, and we never happened to strike up one of his extended correspondences which have delighted a number of people. Therefore, a mere scattering of reminiscences and data:
I first met Fritz Leiber at the 1949 world science fiction convention in Cincinnati. The author of such cornerstone tales as