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Science Fiction Writer Harlan Ellison Dies At 84 (variety.com)
Slashdot readers chill and mrflash818 have shared the news of Harlan Ellison's passing. Variety reports: Speculative-fiction writer Harlan Ellison, who penned short stories, novellas and criticism, contributed to TV series including "The Outer Limits," "Star Trek" and "Babylon 5" and won a notable copyright infringement suit against ABC and Paramount and a settlement in a similar suit over "The Terminator," has died. He was 84. Christine Valada tweeted that Ellison's wife, Susan, had asked her to announce that he died in his sleep Thursday.
Dying at 84 in your sleep seems like an absolute win in my book. Now one can only hope that his life was a happy one.
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One of the first sci-fi books I ever read as a kid was his collection Paingod, And Other Delusions. This included the title story as well as "'Repent, Harlequin!' Said the Ticktockman". I also had the issue of IF magazine containing the first publication of "I Have No Mouth, And I Must Scream".
And it would be a crime not to mention "The City On The Edge of Forever", which was quite possibly the very best Star Trek episode, ever.
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So, what happens to the legendary box with the stories? The one he'd been sitting on since 1973? The stories for the collection where a significant portion of the contributors had died of old age waiting for it to come out?
I guess we'll never see it.
Still relevant, in many ways.
"Harlan Ellison's The City on the Edge of Forever: The Original Teleplay that Became the Classic Star Trek Episode" (https://www.amazon.com/HARLAN-ELLISONS-CITY-EDGE-FOREVER/dp/B001MT932O).
If you liked Ellison's work, make sure you DON'T read this book.
He was one angry dude when he wrote it and I don't believe it was justified. His anger is centred on Roddenberry's temerity in changing what was submitted AND his (irrational) belief that he should get a acknowledgement/royalty of all time-travelling stories (including "The Terminator"). Included in the book is the script he originally submitted and, I think to his chagrin, what ended up being broadcast was superior. If you find a copy of the book, definitely read the original script but skip over everything else, he comes across as unreasonably bitter and entitled.
Ellison had quite an interesting life, produced some excellent science fiction and viciously attacked those he felt denigrated or didn't appreciate this genius - this book is a great example of the latter.
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A great writer, but not a great human being. He sued the creators of The Terminator for copyright infringement, claiming that they stole the idea from his Outer Limits episode The Terminator.
I recently saw The Soldier, and it's absolutely not The Terminator. The only similarities are there's two soldiers that come back in time from the future, and continue the war here. All other details are completely different. One of them is NOT a robot, the come back accidentally, they don't want to change the future, there's no AI in the future ruling humanity, they don't even speak english, there's no female character they're trying to save/kill. Most of the plot isn't even the trying to kill each other, it's about trying to convert one of the soldiers into a non-soldier.
But yeah, Harlan sued over it, and won an undisclosed amount of money out of court, and a mention in the credits.
He's an interesting guy, not all good. There's a good documentary about him that at least used to be on Netflix:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreams_with_Sharp_Teeth
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So, my wife and are geeks. Well, I'm a geek; she's a nerd. When she was pregnant and we confirmed it was a boy, thus began the question of what to name him. We were both interested in something a little archaic, or possibly iconic. An online baby name generator suggested "Steele Rod." We weren't going to name him after Isaac Asmiov, as my wife thought Isaac Haas would be a tad too close to Isaac Hayes. Meanwhile, my daughter asked if we could name him Cudahy. (A real Milwaukee joke: "That way we know he'd be musical... he'd have a lot of bars.") One night, after ticking off a list of science fiction authors, I suggested Ellison. My wife remembered Lt. Col. Ellison Onizuka, the mission specialist who died on the Space Shuttle Challenger's last mission in 1986. A few days later, our science fiction baby was born with Spock ears and bearing the name of a curmudgeonly writer and an astronaut. I hope it's a fitting name for a bright, thoughtful, and as yet un-curmudgeonly boy.
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My first taste of Harlan's work was an Outer Limits episode -- Demon with a Glass Hand. I had no idea he'd written it (at that age, only a faint notion of authorship) ... no idea how it'd hold up now, but at the time it amazed me. He left behind an amazing body of work of his own, and he was a promoter of work not his own as well (Theodore Sturgeon, for example). I was sad to see he'd passed; glad it was peaceful.
Harlan was such an incandescent talent. It's difficult to adequately communicate the impact he had on science fiction in the late 1960's and early 1970's. As a writer, he was a true enfante terrible, who made his mark with groundbreaking stories like I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, but it was as an editor that he truly changed the genre.
His breakthrough anthology Dangerous Visions was stuffed with original stories commissioned by him specifically for the volume from a phalanx of top-drawer authors. His charge to them was a simple one: don't just push the boundaries, go as far beyond them as you can. And they responded with alacrity, from Theodore Sturgeon's exploration of the social effects of mandatory incest If All Men Were Brothers, Would You Let One Marry Your Sister? to Philip Jose Farmer's hallucinatory conjuration of a future without jobs in Riders of the Purple Wage.
It was a seismic event in SF. Today's fans have no idea what an impact it made on the field.
The public Harlan was kind of a jerk. I witnessed him tear a teenage girl to tatters at a party at St. Louiscon for the unforgivable sin of asking him - very politely - for his autograph. She ran away in tears from the little man in the natty sports coat she so obviously idolized, while he seemed completely unaffected by the damage he'd inflicted on her.
I despised him for years afterward - until I learned that he had given a destitute and mortally ill Ted Sturgeon a place to live out his final days, and paid for his medical care, as well.
A great writer, a complex and often infuriating human being, and a man who left the world of science fiction a better and richer place for his having been a part of it. He will be missed ...
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