By: David Smay

They made all their dreams come true.

By: David Smay

One of the hardest tricks to pull off in showbiz.

By: David Smay

“She’s shaping my body like a lump of mud!”

By: David Smay

THE MYSTIC KNIGHTS OF THE OINGO BOINGO

By: David Smay

The B-52s’ “Dance This Mess Around” — a cargo cult for Bubblegum music.

By: David Smay

David Smay on Fritz Leiber’s THIEVES’ HOUSE

By: David Smay

He got an early education in rock’n’roll cynicism.

By: David Smay

His horror movies were unimaginably eerie.

By: David Smay

With Borges, one of the great masters of the short story.

By: David Smay

As big as Bing, but he died in obscurity.

By: David Smay

Dreaminess and lyricism in horror.

By: David Smay

The wrong kind of feminist, the wrong kind of novelist.

By: David Smay

The great striker of sentences between Joyce and Nabokov.

By: David Smay

Revenge and cruelty are the wicked core of his films.

By: David Smay

“The strange and sinister embroidered on… the normal and easy.”