Fritz Leiber - Coming Attraction

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COMING ATTRACTION - Fritz Leiber
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COMING ATTRACTION
Fritz Leiber
The coupe with the fishhooks welded to the fender shouldered up over the curb like the nose of a
nightmare. The girl in its path stood frozen, her face probably stiff with fright under her mask. For once
my reflexes weren’t shy. I took a fast step toward her, grabbed her elbow, yanked her back. Her black
skirt swirled out.
The big coupe shot by, its turbine humming. I glimpsed three faces. Something ripped. I felt the hot
exhaust on my ankles as the big coupe swerved back into the street. A thick cloud like a black flower
blossomed from its jouncing rear end, while from the fishhooks flew a black shimmering rag.
"Did they get you?" I asked the girl.
She had twisted around to look where the side of her skirt was torn away. She was wearing nylon tights.
"The hooks didn’t touch me," she said shakily. "I guess I’m lucky."
I heard voices around us:
"Those kids! What’ll they think up next?"
"They’re a menace. They ought to be arrested."
Sirens screamed at a rising pitch as two motor police, their rocket-assist jets full on, came whizzing
toward us after the coupe. But the black flower had become an inky fog obscuring the whole street. The
motor police switched from rocket assists to rocket brakes and swerved to a stop near the smoke cloud.
"Are you English?" the girl asked me. "You have an English accent." Her voice came shudderingly from
behind the sleek black satin mask. I fancied her teeth must be chattering. Eyes that were perhaps blue
searched my face from behind the black gauze covering the eyeholes of the mask.
I told her she’d guessed right.
She stood close to me. "Will you come to my place tonight?" she asked rapidly. "I can’t thank you now.
And there’s something else you can help me about."
My arm, still lightly circling her waist, felt her body trembling. I was answering the plea in that as much
as in her voice when I said, "Certainly."
She gave me an address south of Inferno, an apartment number and a time. She asked me my name and I
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told her.
"Hey, you!"
I turned obediently to the policeman’s shout. He shooed away the small clucking crowd of masked
women and barefaced men. Coughing from the smoke that the black coupe had thrown out, he asked for
my papers. I handed him the essential ones.
He looked at them and then at me. "British Barter? How long will you be in New York?"
Suppressing the urge to say, "For as short a time as possible." I told him I’d be here for a week or so.
"May need you as a witness," he explained. "Those kids can’t use smoke on us. When they do that, we
pull them in."
He seemed to think the smoke was the bad thing. "They tried to kill the lady," I pointed out.
He shook his head wisely. "They always pretend they’re going to, but actually they just want to snag
skirts. I’ve picked up rippers with as many as fifty skirt snags tacked up in their rooms. Of course,
sometimes they come a little too close."
I explained that if I hadn’t yanked her out of the way she’d have been hit by more than hooks. But he
interrupted. "If she’d thought it was a real murder attempt, she’d have stayed here."
I looked around. It was true. She was gone.
"She was fearfully frightened," I told him.
"Who wouldn’t be? Those kids would have scared old Stalin himself."
"I mean frightened of more than ‘kids.’ They didn’t look like kids."
"What did they look like?"
I tried without much success to describe the three faces. A vague impression of viciousness and
effeminacy doesn’t mean much.
"Well, I could be wrong," he said finally. "Do you know the girl? Where she lives?"
"No," I half lied.
The other policeman hung up his radiophone and ambled toward us, kicking at the tendrils of dissipating
smoke. The black cloud no longer hid the dingy façades with their five-year-old radiation flash burns,
and I could begin to make out the distant stump of the Empire State Building, thrusting up out of Inferno
like a mangled finger.
"They haven’t been picked up so far," the approaching policeman grumbled. "Left smoke for five
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blocks, from what Ryan says."
The first policeman shook his head. "That’s bad," he observed solemnly.
I was feeling a bit uneasy and ashamed. An Englishman shouldn’t lie, at least not on impulse.
"They sound like nasty customers," the first policeman continued in the same grim tone. "We’ll need
witnesses. Looks as if you may have to stay in New York longer than you expect."
I got the point. I said, "I forgot to show you all my papers," and handed him a few others, making sure
there was a five-dollar bill in among them.
When he handed them back a bit later, his voice was no longer ominous. My feelings of guilt vanished.
To cement our relationship, I chatted with the two of them about their job.
"I suppose the masks give you some trouble," I observed. "Over in England we’ve been reading about
your new crop of masked female bandits."
"Those things get exaggerated," the first policeman assured me. "It’s the men masking as women that
really mix us up. But, brother, when we nab them, we jump on them with both feet."
"And you get so you can spot women almost as well as if they had naked faces," the second policeman
volunteered. "You know, hands and all that."
"Especially all that," the first agreed with a chuckle. "Say, is it true that some girls don’t mask over in
England?"
"A number of them have picked up the fashion," I told him. "Only a few, though—the ones who always
adopt the latest style, however extreme."
"They’re usually masked in the British newscasts."
"I imagine it’s arranged that way out of deference to American taste," I confessed. "Actually, not very
many do mask."
The second policeman considered that. "Girls going down the Street bare from the neck up." It was not
clear whether he viewed the prospect with relish or moral distaste. Likely both.
"A few members keep trying to persuade Parliament to enact a law forbidding all masking," I continued,
talking perhaps a bit too much.
The second policeman shook his head. "What an idea. You know, masks are a pretty good thing, brother.
Couple of years more and I’m going to make my wife wear hers around the house."
The first policeman shrugged. "If women were to stop wearing masks, in six weeks you wouldn’t know
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the difference. You get used to anything, if enough people do or don’t do it."
I agreed, rather regretfully, and left them. I turned north on Broadway (old Tenth Avenue, I believe) and
walked rapidly until I was beyond Inferno. Passing such an area of undecontaminated radioactivity
always makes a person queasy. I thanked God there weren’t any such in England, as yet.
The street was almost empty, though I was accosted by a couple of beggars with faces tunneled by H-
bomb scars, whether real or of make-up putty I couldn’t tell. A fat woman held out a baby with webbed
fingers and toes. I told myself it would have been deformed anyway and that she was only capitalizing
on our fear of bomb-induced mutations. Still, I gave her a seven-and-a-half-cent piece. Her mask made
me feel I was paying tribute to an African fetish.
"May all your children be blessed with one head and two eyes, sir."
"Thanks," I said, shuddering, and hurried past her.
" … There’s only trash behind the mask, so turn your head, stick to your task: Stay away, stay away—
from—the—girls!"
This last was the end of an anti-sex song being sung by some religionists half a block from the circle-
and-cross insignia of a femalist temple. They reminded me only faintly of our small tribe of British
monastics. Above their heads was a jumble of billboards advertising predigested foods, wrestling
instruction, radio handies and the like.
I stared at the hysterical slogans with disagreeable fascination. Since the female face and form have been
banned on American signs, the very letters of the advertiser’s alphabet have begun to crawl with sex—
the fat-bellied, big-breasted capital B, the lascivious double 0. However, I reminded myself, it is chiefly
the mask that so strangely accents sex in America.
A British anthropologist has pointed out that, while it took more than five thousand years to shift the
chief point of sexual interest from the hips to the breasts, the next transition, to the face, has taken less
than fifty years. Comparing the American style with Moslem tradition is not valid; Moslem women are
compelled to wear veils, the purpose of which is to make a husband’s property private, while American
women have only the compulsion of fashion and use masks to create mystery.
Theory aside, the actual origins of the trend are to be found in the antiradiation clothing of World War
III, which led to masked wrestling, now a fantastically popular sport, and that in turn led to the current
female fashion. Only a wild style at first, masks quickly became as necessary as brassieres and lipsticks
had been earlier in the century.
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