Creek Running North

And then, for the next year or so, I did. But practice hones one’s talent.

That’s lovely. Just lovely. (Poor Harlan…)

Meow!

I have to say, I am in no way a part of the literary community, and even I know that Ellison is a nutbar, I mean, thin-skinned. I sure liked his stuff for a while, though.

Wasn’t it H.E. who mailed a dead gopher to an editor he was mad at? On the other side of the continent? Book-rate?

So who picks up the mail these days at EII?

Does Shep want the job?

Only if he gets to squeeze it to death before handing it around. Tell Harlan he should mail it live. With airholes in the lid if he doesn’t want another editorial go-round.

Matt has been known to play with already-dead-by-someone-else’s-hand mice, however, and his duties as our butler would seem to give him some pre-job training, if only he’d deign to pick up the mail. He’d better watch out; we saw an adoption ad in Kensington for a cat who allegedly would fetch on command.

I thought everyone knew Harlan Ellison was a bit of a prick?!

Jezebella: those who’ve heard of him, yes.

That said, you gotta love the marching with MLK Jr. and the boycotting Arizona during MumbleCon because the state hadn’t ratified the ERA. Definitely our prick.

Oh yeah, he’s One Of Us. (Gooble-gabble!) I do believe we have all three Dangerous Visions anthologies still sitting here somewhere. Back in the day, they were inspiring fun.

Whew, does that sound old and snotty.

I find I have Ellison filed in the same mental drawer as Cockburn. I leqave the questions about which Ellison and which Cockburn to the reader’s judgment.

You are a wicked man, Mr. Clarke.

I think it was sadlyno that did a sci-fi spoof about Glenn Reynolds and transhumanism, ending with the line “I have no mouth and I must hehindeed”.

This is the sort of immortality all writers strive for.

I think it was sadlyno that did a sci-fi spoof about Glenn Reynolds and transhumanism, ending with the line “I have no mouth and I must hehindeed�.

That would be the esteemed Professor Edroso.

The new and improved “puckish” Ellison (heck, who remembers the ERA anymore anyways?):

http://pnh.livejournal.com/25131.html (see #3)

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4653991510586546104&q=harlan+ellison+connie+willis

http://www.edrants.com/?p=4195

Well, as for being “our prick” we might want to forget about a certain dog and a boy, and making choices about what to eat.  My admiration and respect for Ted Sturgeon led me to share his respect for Harlan back in the day; as Ron suggests, most of us have HE stories laying around our shelves, even if we haven’t read them in a couple of decades.

Forget about A Boy And His Dog? For pity’s sake, why? The film was the best thing Don Johnson ever did, and I always regarded the ending as pro-canine rather than misogynistic.

The Zeitgeist passed HE by some years ago, and age has not been kind to him.  He was one of my gods, about 25 years ago.  Now he’s an object lesson in what happens when charm congeals into petulance and wounded entitlement.  It’s sad more than anything else.

But something good might come of it.  The outrage is fueling a new resolve in fannish quarters to stop tolerating the dismissive, disrespectful, often blatantly harrassing treatment of girls and women in SF-dom.

It’s remarkable that “SF-dom,” while in some senses living in the future, is still so much living in the past.

Here it is, some 40 years after the birth of the second wave of feminism, and the fannish quarters of SF-dom are finally noticing how sexist that realm tends to be. 

I revise my previous assertion that Ellison is a “bit of a prick.” He has evolved into a complete & total prick.