Harlan Ellison (who is still around at this writing) was as an essayist as vivid and impassioned as his fiction.
At the beginning of the 1980s he agreed to do a regular column for the LA WEEKLY on the condition that they publish whatever he wrote without revising it or suggesting rewrites. He demanded, and got, the freedom to choose any target, no matter how sensitive to the paper's interests or its readership. A wise editor agreed. The results are collected in this volume.
His columns are not formally structured, but don't be misled into thinking these columns were easy. He writes in a conversational voice, establishing a personal rapport with the reader but these are personal letters from a brilliant, nimble conversationalist. Ellison cajoles, caresses, eulogizes, excoriates - and is not above playing pranks on people who send him hate mail. The columns evoke the tensions, the hopes and the lies of the Reagan Era; of Hollywood, advertising, and journalism in that time; of Ellison's advocacy of the Equal Rights Amendment and gun control. By turns, he is riotously funny, righteously indignant, and capable of issuing a devastating, fatwa-like call to outrage and democratic retribution.
Ellison contends that we should dispense with the notion that every common person is entitled to an opinion; but that every person should be entitled to an informed opinion and the means to express it, as befits a citizen of this nation. In this, it is call not only to outrage but to excellence.