Michael Davis: The Truth About Harlan Ellison And The Lie He Told Us All

Michael Davis

Master Of The Universe, Lord Of All Media, Most Interesting Black Man In the World, Sexiest Man on Earth, Mentor, Writer, Artist, Producer & Uppity.

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7 Responses

  1. George Haberberger says:

    Great Ellison story. Good to read something new from you Mr. Davis. I wish it hadn’t taken Harlan’s death to prompt it.

  2. ML Hart says:

    Remarkable encounters amid your own indelible stories. Thank you for sharing them with us.
    Battling, coping with, learning to coexist with TheDepression is… challenging, to understate it. My ex- once said, “If you just had a better attitude, you wouldn’t be so depressed.” Uh-huh, riiiiight. Stay strong when you’re in the light, hide when you need to, write more when you can. Saludos, Martha

  3. Steve Chaput says:

    Just wanted to thank you for sharing. I’ve been to so many cons that they all blend together. However, the two times I actually spoke to Ellison are moments I can’t forget.

  4. Jeleyne says:

    Thank you. Depression is the beast that never sleeps, always waiting to devour you when the opportunity arises. I do not share your background so I cannot speak to your personal experiences and would not presume to do so, but I know depression all too well and the intertia of the spirit it induces. Thank you for making the effort to create this testimonial to the true Harlan.

  5. Quiller says:

    I’m a little concerned about this idolatry of Harlan Ellison. He was a man of great talent, apparently fearless, clearly generous to his friends. I loved his writing as much as anyone. But here’s my Harlan story. Years ago, I attended a science fiction convention. I don’t remember the year or which convention it was. I was coming from my hotel room and waiting for the elevator, minding my own business. The elevator door opened and there was Harlan in the middle of a group of people (mostly young girls). I have to admit I froze. I was about to get on the elevator with the great Harlan Ellison. Harlan was holding one of those giant plastic cups of soda. Our eyes met and without warning, Harlan heaved the entire contents of the cup at me, showering me with soda and hitting me with ice cubes. He and his pack broke into hysterical laughter as the elevator doors closed in front of me. I felt utterly humiliated and was grateful that none of the ice cubes had hit me in the eye or caused other serious damage. Philip Klass, (who wrote sf as “William Tenn” and was one of my mentors, told many stories about the writers he knew. Some were about Harlan. Some were good, some not-so-good. Yes, he was a great man in many ways, but he could also be obnoxious, vicious, and hateful. I honor his contributions to literature. But after that day at the elevator, I never read anything he wrote ever again.

    • Glenn Hauman says:

      You’ll forgive my skepticism, but I’d think I’d remember the convention where such a memorable event happened, if not the exact year.

      • Quiller says:

        I am 68 years old. This happened when I was in my late 20s, and I attended a lot of conventions back then. I’m sorry, but I can’t recall the year and con after approximately 40 years. It didn’t occur to me at the time to write down the specifics to prove my experience 40 years later, so no, I don’t forgive your skepticism. And you prove my point. You can’t accept that Harlan was just a person like the rest of us, capable of both good and bad, so I must be making this up.