And then there are the mysteries, when a writer attacks
another writer without naming his target, inviting those of us not in the know
to puzzle over the reference. Two such
mysteries are on my mind today.
Case 1: Ellison and the Hendrix Scoffer or “Drop Dead Old
Bag said the Hendrix Fan”
Last night, perusing the many free e-texts at Baen Books, I
came across a charming passage in Harlan Ellison’s introduction to his
collection, The Beast That Shouted Love
at the Heart of the World:
There I was, down in Rio, at Hart Sprayger's dinner party, with all those glowing leading lights of sf, and Hart laid some Jimi Hendrix on the tape deck, and I was starting to groove behind it—having heard nothing since arriving in Rio but bad samba and worse bubble-gum music—and up walked the supposedly sharp wife of a science fiction "great," and she wrinkled her snout and said, "Oh, come on, you can't really like that noise?" I didn't answer. Why bother. She'll croak soon anyhow.
Ouch!
So, who is the SF “great” whom Ellison does not think is so
great? Heinlein comes to mind immediately
as a great with a celebrated wife (Virginia Heinlein died in 2003, about 34
years after The Beast That Shouted Love
at the Heart of the World was published) but that is just a guess. Ellison praises Asimov, Simak, Pohl and Clarke
in the same intro, so not any of them. Ellison
is a fan and supporter of A.E. Van Vogt, so not him. Maybe Poul Anderson or Jack Williamson? Googling around is not providing me many
clues… if only I had a guest list of this Rio party.
Case 2: Jack Vance and the Grey Lady or “Jack vs. the
Jackass”
In July 2009 the New York Times printed a glowing article by
Carlo Rotella about Jack Vance. The
article includes the line:
During our conversation he had already summarily dismissed several people, including two celebrated science-fiction writers I grew up reading, as a jackass or a show-off.
On May 30, 2013, in the wake of Vance’s death, Carlo Rotella
took to the pages of the New York Times again, to praise the great man anew. He provided some additional clues to our
mystery:
When I told him about a certain formerly notorious science-fiction writer who had thrown a tantrum on the phone when I called to interview him for the story, Vance said, “Why, he’s nothing but a showoff and a jackass.”
So, which celebrated writer or writers did Vance think were a
showoff and/or a jackass? Who was
writing SF that Carlo Rotella (born in 1964) would have “grown up reading,” was
alive in 2009, and might conceivably yell at a fellow writer over the
phone? Our prime suspect has to be
Harlan Ellison, but again, this is just an educated guess, and why the “formerly”
in front of notorious and the hint that there are two or more writers Vance is
dismissive of?
So, while we have tentative prime suspects, these cases must
remain open. No doubt many people carry
within their hearts the answer to the first mystery, Ellison among others at
the Rio party, while only Carlo Rotella and his confidants, if any, know the
truth about our second case. With luck
someday those with the knowledge I seek will stumble upon this blog post and
then enlighten me via email (mporcius [AT] gmail [dot] com) or in the
comments.
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