Unless I'm mistaken, that is from the introduction to every single damned Dr. Who paperback that was published in America in the early to mid-80s, all of them adaptations of the episodes and all Tom Baker, as he was the Doctor at the time. Ellison also calls Han Solo a pantywaist in that essay, which is the bit I most remember. Where did you get the quote from? Was it from one of the paperbacks? Compared to the charming British versions, they were very ugly to look at.
Ellison is weird, but I know his type. He always has to be the good guy, the hero of the story, which means someone else has to be the villain. He tells these stories where he is this vanquishing hero who saved the day or had the right riposte at the right moment. The first time I met him, he decided he hated my guts and was really mean to me -- and I mean, cruelly mean, and for no freakin' reason! The next day I wore contacts and a very different dress, and he didn't know I was that woman he detested and went after. He told me the story of this dreadful woman he'd crossed swords with the day before in an attempt to get my sympathy and awe! Yes, that dreadful woman was *me* and that's not how it happened, Mr. Ellison (not that I told him she was me, that's just what I was thinking as he spoke!) According to a friend who was his minder at that convention, it seems every time he told the story of this mean woman, she got bitchier and Ellison got more and more valiant in the telling of the tale.
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Date: 2007-12-19 09:00 pm (UTC)Ellison is weird, but I know his type. He always has to be the good guy, the hero of the story, which means someone else has to be the villain. He tells these stories where he is this vanquishing hero who saved the day or had the right riposte at the right moment. The first time I met him, he decided he hated my guts and was really mean to me -- and I mean, cruelly mean, and for no freakin' reason! The next day I wore contacts and a very different dress, and he didn't know I was that woman he detested and went after. He told me the story of this dreadful woman he'd crossed swords with the day before in an attempt to get my sympathy and awe! Yes, that dreadful woman was *me* and that's not how it happened, Mr. Ellison (not that I told him she was me, that's just what I was thinking as he spoke!) According to a friend who was his minder at that convention, it seems every time he told the story of this mean woman, she got bitchier and Ellison got more and more valiant in the telling of the tale.