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Anyone else a fan?
If not, check this out...
"Why do people keep insisting that I join the 21st Century? I LIVE in the 21st Century! I just don't want to be bothered by the shitheads on the internet!" --- why Ellison doesn't have much of an online presence.
""Hey, gang!" I squeaked in my terrifically accurate Mickey voice. "Everybody ready to shoot the ultimate Disney flick? The film that rips the lid off the goody two-shoes hypocrisy that lies sweltering beneath the surface of G-rated true-life adventures? Okay, you guys, let's get that hand-held Arriflex right down there between Minnie's legs! I wanna see closeups of quivering labia!"" --- why Ellison lasted less than a day as a Disney staff writer.
"My philosophy of life is that the meek shall inherit nothing but debasement, frustration and ignoble deaths; that there is security in personal strength; that you CAN fight City Hall and WIN; that any action is better than no action, even if it's the wrong action; that you never reach glory or self-fulfillment unless you're willing to risk everything, dare anything, put yourself dead on the line every time; and that once one becomes strong or rich or potent or powerful it is the responsibility of the strong to help the weak BECOME strong." --- why Ellison doesn't make friends easily in politics
"...I don't know how you perceive my mission as a writer, but for me it is not a responsibility to reaffirm your concretized myths and provincial prejudices. It is not my job to lull you with a false sense of the rightness of the universe. This wonderful and terrible occupation of recreating the world in a different way, each time fresh and strange, is an act of revolutionary guerilla warfare. I stir up the soup. I inconvenience you. I make your nose run and your eyes water. I spend my life and miles of visceral material in a glorious and painful series of midnight raids against complacency. It is my lot to wake with anger every morning, to lie down at night even angrier. All in pursuit of one truth that lies at the core of every jot of fiction ever written: we are all in the same skin... but for the time it takes to read these stories I merely have the mouth..." --- why Ellison writes, and a good part of why he's my hero, from the introduction to 'Shatterday'.
He also wrote one of the best, and most heartbreaking short stories of all time, 'Jefty Is Five', anthologised in the above book. That, and around sixty-two books, over 1700 stories, essays, newpaper and magazine articles... for the younger uninitiated amongst you, think a cross between Bill Hicks, Grant Morrison and a mantrap, as prolific as a barman with four arms, and with more energy (even at sixty-eight) than the National Grid. And he's won more awards than I thought existed... the Poe (twice), the Stoker (thrice), the Nebula, (thrice) and the Hugo (eight and a half times) - those are just a few. He's even won a Grammy, for what THAT'S worth. The Nobel can only be around the corner... The man can really, seriously write.
Plus the best story titles EVER. 'The Beast That Shouted Love At The Heart Of The World'. 'I Have No Mouth And Yet I Must Scream'. 'The Man Who Was Heavily Into Revenge' is one of my favourites, for some reason...
Then take into account the stories told about him... that he held off the son of a Mafia Kingpin with a Remington XP-100 rifle while wearing only a bath towel... travelled with the Rolling Stones... marched with Martin Luther King... investigated, tracked down and stalked his own stalker... and was thrown out on Sunday School for heresy. Amongst many other things.
He's one of few people I can truly say I fully and unreservedly admire. |
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