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)

Blue Monday Calendar 2018 - Week 28

From 1968, we have a Ditzler Advertisement as the source of this week's always lovely Gil Elvgren painting. Let's hope it portends a lovelier week -


art by Gil Elvgren (1968)

08 July 2018

Weekend Matinee/Late Edition - Science Fiction Triple Feature

Still reeling from the loss of Steve Ditko, and get slapped with Harlan Ellison is gone, too.
I got no words for tonight.
Here's the scheduled features continuing from yesterday -

Twin Earths - Chapter 11:









art from Twin Earths (1952), Manhunt # 7 (1948), and Sure-Fire Comics # 2 (1940)

Ditko

Well, damn.
We lost another one of the Greats - not just a great comic creator, but hermit, too.


Steve Ditko died on Friday, the 29th of June. He was discovered on July 1st, but word of his death was only released a week later.


I won't try to summarize Ditko's impact on the world of comics. Spider-Man and Doctor Strange by themselves give testament to his works, and they are but the tip of the iceberg. Ditko stood apart from the crowd - in nearly every way.


While Steve Ditko may not have technically been a hermit, he embraced the heart of hermitage - rejecting distracting attentions of the outside world, refusing to embrace madness for the sake of fitting in with the herd, adamantly standing by his beliefs even when it was arguably self-defeating to do so. For the last 50 years, Ditko avoided all press, preferring attention be paid to the work and the message, not the man. When his publisher at one point accepted an Inkpot Award on his behalf, Ditko was livid.  
"Awards bleed the artist and make us compete against each other. They are the most horrible things in the world. How dare you accept this on my behalf."


 Steve Ditko was a "Man of Mystery" by his own acknowledgement, though not necessarily by active intent.
"It just happens because I'm a cartoonist in the comic book business, not a performer or personality in show business. When I do a job, it's not my personality that I'm offering the readers, but my art work. It's not what I'm like that counts what I did and how well it was done."
Very simply, Ditko was Magic


 I'll miss him.
In a time when going against the herd can get one crushed by the seething masses, we need him more than ever.


all art by Steve Ditko, of course