Showing posts with label Harlan Ellison. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Harlan Ellison. Show all posts

09 July 2018

Random Reflections On Ellison (& Ellis)

As noted last time, i've been off reading through old Harlan Ellison and Steve Ditko tales.  I find it difficult to speak comprehensively about either of them in any way at the moment. Instead i'll just be touching on various things that occur to me while perusing their old works.

I'm just going to assume that you know who Harlan Ellison is/was - right? Big time  scifi   science fic- speculative fiction writer - Outer Limits, Star Trek, Starlost and such for folks who don't read. (What are folks who don't read doing reading here, hm?) While Harlan had a long career in prose, television, and movies, he also had a tangled history with comics. In fact, his first published writing was in comic books.
Though perhaps not what you were thinking, it was a letter to Real Fact Comics back in 1947, way back around the time of his Bar Mitzvah -


And so began an adversarial relationship with editors that lasted seven decades. Every word revealing Harlan's own personal feelings and evaluations cut & tossed for the bit the editor liked about parental approval. Makes it rather easy to see how he learned to be so defensive of his words.

Here's another odd little bit i stumbled across today.
As far as i can tell with my currently crippled archive access, Harlan Ellison's first credited story for comic books (newsstand magazines like Creepy counting separately) was the plot for Avengers #88 in May of 1981 -


Should you decide to go looking for it, be aware that the story continues in The Incredible Hulk #140:


What makes it Odd is - that same month, May of 1981 (in both cases, cover date) the Justice League of America ran this tale:


Okay - that doesn't seem too odd. I mean, beyond the fact that the two titles started out 3 years apart but are now only 1 issue apart in numbering. But this was the Silver Age, which means that cover is lying - unless YOU are Harlan Ellison. (To add confusion to the premise, the narration addresses you as though you were Black Canary.)

So, in the same month that Ellison debuted in Marvel's big team book, he also debuted as the 'villain' in DC's big team book. Most passing strange.
It being comics, everybody likes to have a special identity, so we'll call him Harlequin Ellis in this tale.

Harl'n has met and fallen hard for Black Canary, and the two seem to connect a bit - much to the anger of Ollie Queen, who breaks things up and all head their separate ways. But Ellis, son? He's in a deep mood and heads straight to his outlet - the typewriter...*



A Note: One thing that is semi-required when reading any comic book stories adapted from or about Harlan Ellison is a solid working knowledge of the titles of his stories and books. They're not really dangerous dreams - they're Dangerous Visions. That would likely slip by unnoticed, but without the key to play the game, you'll encounter strangely clumsy dialogue, like a reference to Shattered Like A Glass Goblin -


...or I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream...


Okay - continuing on...


Canary's questions force him to try to act as Superman, but he fails to rescue the JLA members from his own manipulations and, in the process, he causes the death of his dream version of Aquaman. (Leading the "glass goblet" breakdown above.)
This leaves him temporarily shattered by his own unworthiness and unintended crimes, but...


...and so...


...and this time trying directly to remove Green Arrow from the equation. But when Dinah moves to rescue Oliver...


...and once again he's forced to foil his own plans.  In the end, he realizes it can't work and they embrace the '70s -




Nor shall Harlan Ellison ever be forgotten.
(EDIT: But i forgot to credit Mike Friedrich with this story. Sorry, man. And sorry things didn't work out with us - timing was just bad.)

Actually, i doubt he'll let us forget. There's probably a data line being laid to his resting place so that when he gets angry enough, he'll start sending out more words into the world. A little thing like death of the body could hardly stop him...


I'll be eagerly awaiting that magnificent outburst.

page art by Dick Dillin and Joe Giella from Justice League of America #89 (1981) and Avengers #88 (1981), Ellison portrait by Ben Templesmith from Wormwood: Gentleman Corpse # 4 (2006)

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*(No apologies - bad puns like that are de rigueur for Ellison based comic tales)

Bad Weekend, Continued

Still feeling down and uptight about the news of losing two favorite creators... Harlan Ellison and Steve Ditko.


Those mixed feelings of sadness and anger at the loss. Harlan was better at letting that stuff out...


I think i'm going to spend the day meandering through some of their works to say goodbye, though of course, they'll never truly leave us. Not with all they left behind. I'll be back later in the day to share. In the meantime...

Sergio Ponchione offers us this view of Steve Ditko from his book, DKW, on the Holy Trinity of comic creators - Ditko/Kirby/Wood -


art by Neal Adams from Weird Heroes #2 (1975) and Sergio Ponchione from DKW (2014)

24 September 2017

Len & Friends go Crazy, Crazy, Crazy

Sunday Morning Funnies time once again, and still dropping Odd bits from Len Wein after we lost him two weeks ago. So this time, let's go to Crazy #1...


Okay... That's not at all confusing. Just a little Crazy. Len's parody is in the 1973 black & white Crazy #1. But let's take the long way there, starting with 1953's Crazy #1-


The first tale in this Crazy features the only "Lace Cadet" i've ever encountered-


19 years later, we get another Crazy #1-


Oddly enough, the indicia in this issue gives copyright notice of reprints from the 1953 series, but the material seems to be all parodies of 1960s Marvel Titles. One might think they were reprinting from Not Brand Echh instead. The lead story from this version of Crazy #1 starred, as all the stories in this issue did, the ignoble Forbush Man!


A year later, they decided that really didn't work out any better than NBE, so they tried once more with the black & white magazine style of the other mental illnesses (Mad, Cracked, Sick, etc.,.)


Wait.... what..? That can't be...
GODHELL!!! That's a Kelly Freas painted cover to kick off the new title! How did this come about? In whose name do we burn offering for this?
Um...       excuse me.
I may have mentioned previously that Frank Kelly Freas, like Jack Kirby, was one of the Masters who inspired me to follow the path of the artist. (Artdo? YiShuJiaDao seems a bit unweildy... (and the combined brushwork on those 4 characters is overly busy and inelegant, too))
Y'know... I think i might be old man rambling again. And, speaking of old people - how many remember one of the first of the big Irwin Allen disaster movies that created the genre - The Poseidon Adventure?
I actually had the movie poster for this up on my wall, along with Planet Of The Apes and others. Back in them old days, you could just go to the theatre and ask the manager for the poster after the movie run was over. They were just going to throw it away, and you might get lobby cards and other promos, too. Develop a relationship with them, and you could even wind up with life-size lobby stand-ups.
I really don't think that happens much now. Not without cash changing hands.
Okay - rambling again...

Here's Len Wein's parody adaptation of the movie, with art by Ross Andru & Vic Martin, from our Crazy #1 number 3:






Bonus Oddity! Here's a satirical(?) view of the future from Harlan Ellison, with illustration from Basil Wolverton! They really weren't skimping on the talent for this first issue, were they?


And, simply because it took me this long to remember where this was and dig it out to prep for the VOO, and - what the heck - because Tony Isabella worked on this issue of Crazy, also, here's my favorite view of Len Wein as editor, from Giant-Size Chiller #3...

 ...and at the end of the book:
Another Oddly Enough remark - this issue reprinted the first story that Marvel published by Len Wein. (The Moving Finger Writes, from Tower Of Shadows #3 (1970))

Well, that was a long post.
And i'm all out of potatoes. Left them all in a barrel in Skyrim and they disappeared on me.

Here's a bear. They don't eat potatoes.


fun with bears by Frank Frazetta