I've had this book of Fritz Leiber stories lying around for decades, and I was finally in the mood to give them a try. The stories were much grittier than I expected, which is good. But I also found his writing style to be much too obscure and abstract for my taste, with a liberal sprinkling of uber "intelligent" musings that do not make for readability. I became so sick of his writing style that I was unable to complete the last story, and never even contemplated reading his autobiographical essay, which is the last item in this collection.
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