Yesterday—June 28th, 2018—Harlan Ellison passed on to the clockwork castle in the sky.
Few authors have impacted me with their work in the same way Harlan’s has. Many remember him for being irate and outspoken—a bitter misanthrope who would hardly allow you a word in conversation. He was someone with a lot to say, and by God he wouldn’t be caught holding back. But looking at him now (never having met him, but exploring his body of work and listening to various recordings,) I see a man who was passionate about stories: a man who would not let injustices stand, and words go unspoken.