The Deal with the Devil: Talking with Harlan Ellison

It was a few months ago when I realised that episode 500 of StarShipSofa was bearing down the tracks. Five Oh Oh glorious episodes of our show. We needed to mark the occasion with a ground-breaking author and a ground-breaking story. But who? Not William Gibson, he was episode 400. Not George R. R. Martin, we had that privilege back in episode 389. Not Chiang, Sterling, Moorcock, Gaiman, Brin or any other of the masters of the genre we’ve already had on the show already. No. We needed someone special; someone so outlandishly awesome and popular and lauded to capstone our show.

The only answer: Harlan Ellison.

So we did.

Now, Ellison isn’t famous. He’s infamous. For many, many reasons, including but not limited to: getting fired from Disney on Day 1, suing half of Hollywood, sending 213 bricks (exact number) to a publisher and dead gopher postage due, multiple accusations of assault, broke a TV executive’s pelvis, pissing everyone he possibly can off and writing the darkest short story of all time. Punch his name into google and you’ll find a laundry list of him spewing vitriol about fans and fandom and Hollywood, roasting morons and delivering smackdowns and rants so insult-laden you’ll gag trying to repeat them. He’s his own lifelong parody.

But he’s also my bleeding hero. It’s my lifetime goal to become a slightly-less assholish, 50% less white, 100% less American version of Uncle Harlan Ellison.

So, naturally, I called him on the phone on a Friday night, his time, and asked to buy his story.

Again, everything that can possibly be said about Harlan Ellison has at one point likely been said. He’s been called (and called others) insults that don’t exist yet. His temper would make Satan piss himself.

But that wasn’t my experience with him. We’d had prior correspondence, (as a datapoint: I got in touch with his publisher, who gave me his address. I posted a letter asking to reprint his story. Two months later, I get an email with his phone number and an invitation to call). So he knew I was calling and what I was calling for. I’d expected to speak with an intern, assistant, his wife, anyone.

I was not expecting the man himself to answer the phone.

I gave my name, said I was looking to reprint “How Interesting: A Tiny Man” for StarShipSofa in audio. Ellison didn’t even pause, he launched straight into the thick of it. He told me he was totally cool with us doing it. He asked how we were planning to reprint the story in audio, (“cause it has two different endings, y’know?”). Admittedly, I had a brain breakdown as I’d forgotten that fact, but told Ellison that we’d record both and let the viewers decide (“we’ve never done split endings before, so it’d be cool to do it for our capstone show”) I vaguely remember saying.

“Huh.” Was all he grunted in response. I didn’t get called a moron or retard, so I assumed he was satisfied. “But there’s an issue with the contract,” he told me, and I could hear the (I assume) creak of his chair as he sat up. “The…uhh, obscenity clause. I dunno if some asshole is going to take offense at the word “I” and I don’t wanna be dragged out in court again. It’s happened before and I don’t want them digging up my body for the next two hundred years to put my bones on trial.”

Oh. That’s the Harlan Ellison everyone talks about, I thought. Up until then, he sounded like a docile older bloke, only one that uses the word “asshole” every second sentence. But no, now I knew I was speaking with a cult figure who trademarks his own name and gets a kick out of murdering dreams and telling Hollywood writers to get nuked until they glow.

So naturally, I responded with “assuming we get to two hundred years.”

And he chuckled. Not a big one, mind, nothing that’ll match GRRM’s mighty guffaw. But a laugh nonetheless. I don’t consider myself particularly masterful in the world of comedy, but if I can make the dude who got fired from Disney on day one for making Rule 34 jokes about cartoon porn laugh, then that’s all the validation I need.

The rest of the conversation went smoothly, mainly regarding more confident matters and technical details about the show. But near the end, Uncle Harlan gave his consent and the go-ahead for us to talk more about reprinting and playing his Nebula winning story, how we’d produce it, etc. Again, the man doesn’t miss a beat. Old age hasn’t made those gears rust one bit. And seeing how he was in a good mood, I opted to tell him that I’ve been reading him since I was eleven years old, I’m a fan and super stoked to be talking with him now.

“Heh, alright kiddo, thanks for letting me know,” was the friendly grunt of a response. By this point I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to be chewed out or not, just so I could say it happened, but so far I’d probably lasted longer than a lot of others folks have. “You have a good evening,” he ended up saying.

“I’m calling from Australia, actually,” I said, thinking that I’d just contradicted Harlan Ellison.

“Ahh. Australia,” he drawled out. “I know that place. Too goddamn hot, but I love your koalas.”

Hand on heart, the author of I Have no Mouth and I Must Scream, said those exact words to me. I guess I should have said something witty, but I’m not that smart and we said our goodbyes and the convo ended there. And with me in one piece.

Getting a signature across the dotted line is one thing. But talking with a SF master, the god of short fiction, and one as notorious as Uncle Harlan? I’m still unsure if anything I do as an editor will top that. Now the story is up, the reviews and downloads are coming in, George Hrab’s phenomenal narration aced it; and it’s been a success. Cheers all ’round.

Of course, if Master Ellison doesn’t approve of what we did with his story, he has my phone number, name, email and home address. So the jury’s still out whether I’m going to going to get his opinion on our adaptation one way or another. But even if I do wake up to my lawn being on fire and my dog nailed to a tree, I’m sure it’d have been worth it.


WorldCon 75: my first con

I’m still gathering my thoughts on the events of WorldCon 75 and what it means for myself as a writer and my current position as an author of science-fiction. But I will say that now having returned from Finland, my first con ever was an absolute blast. Both my panels went incredibly well – the latter of which (the one on editing) received very, very nice tweets and even some fanmail.

It was tiring and draining and intense, but also incredibly fun and invigorating and an incredible space to be in. To illustrate, this conversation happened with every person I met:

Me: This my first con!

Them: Wait. Your first con ever!?

Me: Yep. Came all the way from Australia.

Them: Wow. You sure jumped in the deep end.

Deep end is putting it lightly. But maybe for the first time I actually felt like a writer that’s part of the writing community. It’s impossible to get that same level of fandom tangible-ness in somewhere like Australia, but having dozens of people tell me they enjoy my work and name stories they loved is very flattering indeed. Again, more on what all this means for me later. But just know I had a blast. In a few days I’d: shared three bottles of wine with Ian McDonald, talked horror cinema with Daryl Gregory and Thomas Olde Heuvelt, had coffee with Walter John Williams, got offered a tour of LucasFilms next year in LA, and had my surname pronounced as “Sazzle” by George R. R. Martin, and have witnesses to prove it.

Thank you to everyone who made my first con one of the most memorable events in the past few years. I can’t name everyone, and I’m sure I’m forgetting many many people, but here’s the list of people I had the pleasure of meeting and speaking with over the course of the con. After years of seeing you all through social media, Years Best anthologies and YouTube interviews, it was a pleasure to finally shake your hands. Each of you are amazing and awesome and I cannot wait to see you next year.

S. B. Divya
Effie Sieberg
Elizabeth Bear
Navah Wolfe
Ian McDonald
Ian Sales
Daryl Gregory
Gregory Bossert
Cat Sparks
Theodorida Dyer
Ellen Datlow
Mel Melcer
Aidan Doyle
William Ledbetter
T. Jane Berry
Anatoly Belilovsky
Sandy Parsons
Eugenia Triantafyllou
Natalia Theodoridou
Benjamin C. Kinney
Arley Song
Ken Liu
Ted Chiang
Cixin Liu
Alex Li
Neil Williamson
Amal El-Mohtar
DongWon Song
Aliette de Bodard
Walter Jon Williams
Ian Watson
Ian Whates
Bo Balder
Chris Cornell
Adam Jackson
Jakob Drud
Debra Jess
Katherine Carter
Jeremy Carter
Chloe Yates
Paddy Kelly
Jane Johnson
Natashsa Bradon
George R. R. Martin
Robin Hobb
Julie Novakova
Taiyo Fuji
Joe Abercrombie
Adrian Tchaikovsky
Charlie Jane Anders
Alisdar Stuart
Erin Roberts
Chris Beckkett
Leo Vladimirsky
Tade Thomspon
Lee Harris
Mary Robinette Kowal
Natasha Barron
Lawrence M. Schoen
KB Rylander
Noah Beit-Aharon
Jason Stevan Hill
Jonathan Strahan
Santiago Belluco
Emma Maree
Jack Nicholls
Laura Pearlman
Katrina Archer


I’m sure there’s a meat-grinder’s worth of people I’m forgetting. But again, it was a pleasure to hang with you all in Finland.
Here’s to San Jose.

WorldCon 75 Photos

So. Some photos from WorldCon. Blog post with more details (and some thoughts on my identity as a writer and what changed with my first con) incoming, but for now, these photos. Missing you all you mad, amazing people already.

Codex breakfast. Without the breakfast.


First con problems.

Me, Navah Wolfe, Ben Kinney and Elizabeth Bear casually hanging out:


Some panels: Ken Liu, Ellen Datlow and other smart people talking editing.

Mr. Abercrombie, and others…

Audience for my first panel EVAR:

Audience for my second panel EVAR. People actually came, asked smart questions, and my use of “word vomit” made everyone laugh.

Oh, yeah.


Shea’s looking….very much alive at the Hugos presentation award ceremony.


The photo ceremony:

Casually chatting with Walter Jon Williams.

Let’s play a game. It’s like Where’s Wally, but instead it’s “Where’s GRRM?”

Chinese SF party:

The party:

Beer and drinks with Ian McDonald himself (this man is partially why I write/read SF, I can die happy now.)


Also, I think I know this guy. He wrote Beauty and the Beast, I think.dgxeut1xsaabd1c

Thanks to everyone involved for making my first WorldCon an incredible one. You were all so wonderful and generous and awesome. Cheers.