He was a loud-mouthed jerk, and he was also colossally opinionated and entertaining, and passionate about so many things. I first heard him speak in the early 1980s, and man, he was a fast-talking raconteur.
Impossibly, Harlan Ellison, who relished his status as science fiction & fantasy's chief curmudgeon and controversial, celebrated raconteur, has died. He was 84.
— B&N Sci-Fi & Fantasy (@BNSciFi) June 28, 2018
- “Repent, Harlequin!” said the Ticktockman
- I have no mouth and I must scream
- Santa Claus vs. S.P.I.D.E.R.
- Jeffty is five
- Shattered like a glass goblin
What I really liked, though, was the whole of his story collections. He’d bare his soul describing how he came to write each story (although, sometimes, that soul was “I had to type fast to meet a deadline and get paid”), which was a useful glimpse into a writer’s mind.