Harlan Ellison, RIP
a remembrance HARSH LANGUAGE AHEAD. OK, MAYBE NOT. As I recall, I was a wee 12 years of age when I first read the short story ‘”Repent, Harlequin”, Said the Ticktockman’. Having heard about the famous short story from others, and conveniently holding a collection of short sci-fi, I must have read it twice that day. At least. Eventually, as my immersion into sci-fi fandom became deeper, I collected and consumed his paperback short story collections in my later teen years, oftentimes from Waldenbooks in Southgate Mall, and increasingly from the huckster table mazes at sci-fi conventions in SE Michigan. Second...
