Back to topic, our esteemed host:
I've been laying my hands and eyes on all of Harlan Ellison's non-fiction lately. This includes:
AN EDGE IN MY VOICE
THE HARLAN ELLISON HORNBOOK
SLEEPLESS NIGHTS IN THE PROCRUSTEAN BED
THE LAST PERSON TO MARRY A DUCK LIVED 300 YEARS AGO
All are superb reading, whimsical, probing and educational.
KS, junior detective: don't quit your day job. Self-flattery is unbecoming.
While being confronted with one's double is very unsettling, being stalked is a form of social validation. You're nobody until you've got an emotionally troubled stalker with a great deal of time on his hands, I always say.
We now return to the KS show (already in progress)
Thanks for the update. We were wondering about that.
I was in a hurry when I wrote yesterday's post. I should have mentioned that Jeff, my double, had graduated the year before I started. I only met him because he returned to campus that year for some social occasion or other, probably Homecoming.
Being confronted with one's double is a most unsettling experience.
During my first week as a student at a small liberal arts college, various upperclassmen that I had never met kept coming up to me, saying, "Hey, Jeff, it's good to see you." One good-looking blonde girl who was several inches taller than I am grabbed me and began squealing with delight. It took a minute before she believed my claim that there was a serious mix-up.
Eventually, mutual friends arranged a meeting between us, and we had a genuine Prince and the Pauper moment as we stood in front of large mirror in restroom in my dormitory.Same hair, same height, same bone structure, same eyes, same complexion--you name it. We also had a number of similar interests, and I am reliably informed that we had the same sense of humor as well.
I felt a real sense of trespass, as though someone had not only intruded into my personal space but had also rummaged through my personal belongings, tried on my underwear, and used my toothbrush to boot. I could tell from the look on Jeff's face that he felt the same way.
Jeff went his way and I went mine, both of us relieved that the encounter was at an end, and we were very careful never to see each other again.
PS. The obvious question is, was daddy--his or mine--a travelin' man? For various I quite sure that we are not half-brothers. The strong resemblance between us was purely a matter of chance.
Chuck, I actually do many impressions of celebrities and politicians, but Raymond Burr's voice is a bit too deep for me. I used to do impressions of friends and casual acquaintances until one of them heard I was doing his voice and mannerisms and he confronted me in a cafe and punched me in the nose. Guess what? You really do see stars.
Robert: You could have had fun with a Raymond Burr impression.
At least you didn't call me Mason, which is the error people usually make with my name. I can only imagine what would have happened if I'd gone to law school.
Shit, I misspelled Nason's name again--
Nasion; something Harlan said
NASON: The notion of Brother Theodore as a brother-in-law is funny on several levels. Imagine what Thanksgiving get-togethers would be like when the man carving the turkey has internalized Schopenhauer.
What's the last line of "Pretty Maggie Moneyeyes"? It'll come to me, I'm sure.
Cody Wilson's recent arrest is virtually identical to what happened to UN weapons inspector Scott Ritter when he said that Iraq did not have WMDs. One is also reminded of Julian Assange.
And the accusation leveled against French politician Dominique Stauss-Kahn in 2011 followed the script of the attempted set-up of Gore Vidal's grandfather, an elderly--and completely blind--Senator nearly a century before, right down to the choice of a hotel setting.
Now I remember: "Some of those old games go way back."
In the mid 1940s, he was a Hollywood character actor named Theodore Gottlieb who wasn't going anywhere in particular until he came up with the whole Brother Theodore routine.
If all men were Brother Theodore...
... would you let one marry your sister?
BRIAN PHILLIPS -- Thanks for posting the Merv Griffin / Brother Theodore / Jerry Lewis clip. Pretty wild stuff. It was fun watching two very different aggressively maniacal egotists going at each other with Merv trying to maintain a modicum of order. It was a battle royale between Borscht Belt show biz and Central European nihilism.
Brother Theodore performed at my college during my freshman year and accuse the audience of being "foodists" who all eat food and make him want to throw up. He called the auditorium "a real vomitorium." After the show I interviewed him for the school newspaper. I asked Theodore if he was for real. He started to lunge at me while screaming, "YES, I AM FOR REAL!" I managed to escape unscathed.
Harlan Ellison was a great fan of Brother Theodore (Gottlieb). Someone has uploaded a clip of him on Merv Griffin (a Theodore fan and the one who called him "Brother" Theodore). He and Jerry Lewis did NOT get along...
- Brian Philips
stephens acknowledged he'd contributed to manmade climate change and began walking through the destruction. he felt more alive, oddly, than he had ever before whilst in the steel and glass condominium tower
JASON DAVIS -- I am indeed the lucky beneficiary of Lord Oliver Huggsover Lovejoy's generosity -- I received my copy of BRAIN MOVIES: VOLUME FIVE in the mail in pristine condition, with that wonderful cover replicating a two-page spread of the old TV GUIDE, with every entry a Harlan Ellison TV show, film, or guest appearance. Would that it had been so! There's a treasure trove of goodies inside, including the infamous line about that French writer whose name should be pronounced Ca-MOO. Once again, my heartfelt thanks to Lord Oliver and to you, Jason Davis, for making Hanukkah come early for me this year.
NAT SEGALOFF -- I'm sorry that your superb biography of Harlan didn't win the Hugo. But be of good cheer. Awards come and go, but new readers will be discovering and enjoying your book for years to come.
New Ellison Books
Four new books are available for pre-order at http://www.harlanellisonbooks.com/product-category/pre-order/
and thanks to a generous gift by Lord Lovejoy (semi-regular doer-of-good-deeds at this very Pavilion), EVERY order placed between yesterday (12 Sept 2018) and when I start shipping out the new books (?? Oct 2018) will be entered in a drawing to receive a pair of signed Ellison typescripts.
So order now, and maybe you'll get lucky!
P.S. For the sake of my sanity, these new books will be shipping out WITH the Kickstarter books next month, so some of you may be in for Ellison overload...
His blog is “restricted,” butt it’s constricted, down there. So Jason Bourne.
back to Alan’s idea:
stephens still detected the scent of her patchouli as he undid the seat harness. it aroused him. he grabbed the last canteen of potable water and the abacus, then descended from the cockpit. onwards to the seed vault, better than half full…
Cilatro AKA Arugala AKA Simon
I'd love to post a link for you, but my blog is restricted: No angiosperms allowed by order of the management.
Still, to show there's no hard feelings, I'll finish your story for you. The ending pretty much writes itself.
"The editor of STULTIFYING STORIES had taken enough aspirin so that his ears were beginning to ring, but his hangover remained unrelenting.
"Reluctantly, he picked up Simon's submission from the slush pile, put on his bifocals, and groaned as soon as he read the first sentence. 'Sweet Christ,' he said, 'not *another* one on global warming,' and tossed the manuscript atop the enormous heap of rejected stories.
"The editor tried not to think about the half-empty--no, half-*full*--bottle in his desk.
"It was nine-fifteen in the morning."
Do you have a blog you can post a link to here?
I really can't get enough of your incredible insights and devastating "dad" jokes.
running low on fuel, he crash-landed the plane a bit over a kilometer away from the thawing seed bank
Preston Tucker, John DeLorean, and Elon Musk walk into a bar.
"Is this some kind of a joke?" the bartender says.
Thanks to my Hugo voters
Alas, "A Lit Fuse" did not win the Hugo in San Jose in August, but it was no surprise; Harlan counseled me that it would go to Ursula LeGuin. I attended with this in mind and assigned my energies to the memorial panel for H.E. which packed the hall. I'm writing this post to thank everyone who voted for the book for the Hugo or who pulled for it to win or who has sent corrections or who has bought and read it. Harlan and Susan allowed me to take a tour in their lives and invite all of you to come along. Thank you all for your support and many kindnesses.
Jason: Well, that one worked, but as nothing has followed it, perhaps another test is in order. So here is one.
Lori: Nice to know you are still out there, too.
This is a test
A Friend of Ellison asked me if there was something up with the Pavilion posting mechanism, so this is effectively a test to see if it gets through.
Since I've not mentioned it here, I'll note that a new book titled FOE: Friends of Ellison is imminent--as are several others--from HarlanEllisonBooks.com. Keep your eye on the site.
This has been a test.