Writing about Harlan Ellison is almost impossible for me. I was a fan (I still am!), no matter how much controversial or bizarre could have been his behavior sometimes. His works are milestones for anybody who wants to understand what science fiction could be at the top of the game.
There is something special for me, anytime I pick up one of his stories. A sharpness of thought, the feeling of something stronger than words coded between the lines, and more than a bit of apprehension because the story will end up leaving me asking for more.
He will be missed. I can foresee a not-so-distant time in the future when some useful idiot in the publishing industry will blurb about “the new Harlan Ellison”. Well, there will boiling pitch and feathers poured all over this idiot, no matter how high-placed he or she could be.
Thank you, Sir.