To kill that man...
So as some of you know, one of America's greatest living writers had a stroke a couple of days ago:
Harlan Ellison, the multi-award-winning writer of science fiction and fantasy, had a stroke last week and is recovering in a Southern California hospital. He is grumpy -- and everyone considers that a good sign.The redoubtable Patton Oswald, reporting live from the scene, said Harlan is doing OK:
"I gotta go do some physical therapy on my stupid fucking arm." -- actual quote from when I spoke to Harlan Ellison earlier. He'll be fine.
— Patton Oswalt (@pattonoswalt) October 13, 2014
So that's some good news, I suppose.
On the other hand, given his legendary contempt for a certain "hideous neologism". when I read this headline --
Sci-fi legend Harlan Ellison recovering from stroke-- I had to wonder if there wasn't some larger conspiracy afoot to do in Unca Harlan in by just pissing him off to death.
From one of Harlan's many, many publicly expressed opinions on the subject:
First of all, the hideous neologism "sci-fi"--which sounds like crickets fucking--is at the core of this seeming malaise. What is called "sci-fi" is not repeat NOT, science fiction. It is special effects movie/television produced by and for imbeciles. Giant lizards, moronic space battles with spaceships acting as if they were Spads and Fokkers dogfighting in atmosphere, recycled fairy tales, and illiterate appeals to paranoia. They bear as much relation to science fiction of quality (whether film or tv or books or magazines) as Dachau did to a health spa.God speed and good friends to you, you cranky old humanist.