I think ...
1) He could well be right and honest, and drop dead shortly after the con. Or during.
2) He could still be alive a decade from now.
3) Meanwhile, angels light and dark are frantically trying to weld shut the pearly and iron gates, because, y'know, it's Harlan.
4) Meanwhile, the Great Con in the Sky is abuzz with excitement, because, y'know, it's Harlan.
5) I've met the man. He is unique. He makes me look nearly normal. No one else in the future of the human race will ever be able to fill the shoes he will leave behind, whenever he leaves. And only a complete idiot would even try.
Captain Carpenter rose up in his prime...
September 25 2010, 03:24:44 UTC 10 years ago
But had got wellnigh nowhere at that time
Till he fell in with ladies in a rout.
It was a pretty lady and all her train
That played with him so sweetly but before
An hour she'd taken a sword with all her main
And twined him of his nose for evermore.
Captain Carpenter mounted up one day
And rode straightway into a stranger rogue
That looked unchristian but be that as may
The Captain did not wait upon prologue
But drew upon him out of his great heart.
The other swung against him with a club
And cracked his two legs at the shinny part
And let him roll and stick like any tub.
Captain Carpenter rode many a time,
From male and female took he sundry harms:
He met the wife of Satan crying "I'm
The she-wolf bids you shall bear no more arms!"
Their strokes and counters whistled in the wind
I wish he had delivered half his blows
But where she should have made off like a hind
The bitch bit off his arms at the elbows.
And Captain Carpenter parted with his ears
To a black devil that used him in this wise
O Jesus ere his threescore and ten years
Another had plucked out his sweet blue eyes.
Captain Carpenter got up on his roan
And sallied from the gate in hell's despite
I heard him asking in the grimmest tone
If any enemy yet there was to fight?
"To any adversary it is fame
If he risk to be wounded by my tongue
Or burnt in two beneath my red heart's flame
Such are the perils he is cast among.
"But if he can he has a pretty choice
From an anatomy with little to lose
Whether he cut my tongue and take my voice
Or whether it be my round red heart he choose. "
It was the neatest knave that ever was seen
Stepping in perfume from his lady's bower
Who at this word put in his merry mien
And fell on Captain Carpenter like a tower.
I would not knock old fellows in the dust
But there lay Captain Carpenter on his back
His weapons were the old heart in his bust
And a blade shook between rotten teeth alack.
The rogue in scarlet and grey soon knew his mind.
He wished to get his trophy and depart
With gentle apology and touch refined
He pierced him and produced the Captain's heart.
God's mercy rest on Captain Carpenter now.
I thought him Sirs an honest gentleman
Citizen husband soldier and scholar enow
Let jangling kites eat of him if they can.
But God's deep curses follow after those
That shore him of his goodly nose and ears
His legs and strong arms at the two elbows
And eyes that had not watered seventy years.
The curse of hell upon the sleek upstart
That got the Captain finally on his back
And took the red red vitals of his heart
And made the kites to whet their beaks clack clack.
--John Crowe Ransom
September 25 2010, 04:57:15 UTC 10 years ago
I took a class from Harlan at UCLA extension in 1974, I think it was. HUGE auditorium. Somehow, my late friend Judith and I convinced a guy from Orange county (Fullerton?) to come by and pick us up in Claremont, and thence to UCLA. I hope we did something nice for him, but it's lost in the mists of history and memory. I was exposed to so many authors and ideas--and the news one night that, the day before, Harlan had had a vasectomy and was still a little sore.
None of my copies of his books ever got autographed. I don't think I ever had the nerve to ask on those occasions when I knew he'd be at an event. I remember him typing on a manual in the bay window of the 2nd location of A Change of Hobbit bookstore (on Westwood Blvd?). He was typing on a manual 4X as fast as I could on a Selectric. I hated his guts for that!
I remember a Westercon? around 1989, I think, in the greater LA area, where he and J. Michael Straczynski (among others) were on a panel, discussing (as usual) who knows what, and it's not me, when they got into an argument about who was the better/truer feminist. I think it was Harlan who was wearing the pastel nylon "straw" hat (church lady hat).
He was at BayCon 2002. I saw him on his birthday, Monday 27 May 2002, as we were both in the lobby around 9 am. Lovely white hair. Hope mine goes that way. I wished him a happy birthday, he thanked me and then asked for directions to the ballroom where his next panel was. Once provided, we parted. That's probably the last time I saw, or will see, him.
A lot of his works hurt too much to read, or are beyond what I can deal with in a horror vein. I've read a lot of his essays, many short stories, and heard him speak on KPFK-fm radio in the LA Basin, on Hour-25, which, for a time, he hosted. The man can speak, and his voice is pleasant--hearing him read fiction, his own or anyone else's, is joy. There are authors whose voices grate on my ears: he was never one of them.
Thank you!
September 25 2010, 04:59:06 UTC 10 years ago
September 25 2010, 04:59:43 UTC 10 years ago
As one who has also had an encounter with the gentleman in question I do admire your restraint and tact.
September 25 2010, 18:56:23 UTC 10 years ago
I moderated a panel he was on. Brilliant man. As indifferent to social convention as he is to any other kind.
September 25 2010, 05:34:46 UTC 10 years ago
4) Meanwhile, the Great Con in the Sky is abuzz with excitement, because, y'know, it's Harlan.
5) I've met the man. He is unique. He makes me look nearly normal. No one else in the future of the human race will ever be able to fill the shoes he will leave behind, whenever he leaves. And only a complete idiot would even try.
BWAH HA HA HA HA HA!!! XD
September 25 2010, 13:20:42 UTC 10 years ago
September 25 2010, 15:18:48 UTC 10 years ago
This is a man who has gone after life with gusto and vim and vigor, used to hard work and being spry. Now he isn't able to do those things. That tiredness must scare him.
Hmm...
September 25 2010, 18:13:45 UTC 10 years ago
September 25 2010, 16:45:14 UTC 10 years ago
Meanwhile, angels light and dark are frantically trying to weld shut the pearly and iron gates, because, y'know, it's Harlan.
...and after his passing, if jellybeans start pouring from the Kibo Peak of Mt. Kilimanjaro, we're gonna know there's an unseen power-struggle going on somewhere.
(I now return to my "Internet vacation" and will check in with folks on LiveJournal in another week or so.)
Yes...
September 25 2010, 16:53:05 UTC 10 years ago
Sooth. He sounds like a diver.
>>...and after his passing, if jellybeans start pouring from the Kibo Peak of Mt. Kilimanjaro, we're gonna know there's an unseen power-struggle going on somewhere.<<
Jelly-for-godsake-BEANS!