“There is no home, if there is no rest. There is no rest if there is no Home.”
Yesterday morning I was in the middle of an upcoming novel from one of my favorite publishers and somehow got sidetracked into reading Neil Gaiman’s introduction to Harlan Ellison’s The Beast that Shouted Love at the Heart of the World. I still haven’t read that particular collection, had no intention of reading it at then and couldn’t tell you the precise steps that led to that introduction, but when you surround yourself with books and follow the rabbit-hole that sort of thing happens. Soon I found myself reading “Commuter’s Problem” from an entirely different collection, this one. And I couldn’t stop. Like that commercial in The Simpsons, “I don't know what's in 'em; I just know I can't stop smoking 'em.”
Story after story pounds the brain, and I repeatedly found myself at the point where I needed to stop, reflect on what I’d read. Slow down for Christ’s sake, they’ll be there tomorrow. So I did, and picked it back up today, and they continued to pound.
Right off the bat we get “Commuter’s Problem” and get hit directly in the face with the type of force this guy is going to bring to the table over his career in speculative fiction, where a man accidentally finds his way onto a subway that wasn’t meant for him and learns a few things about our universe.
Next is the superb “Do-It-Yourself” (with Joe L. Hensley), where a wife, sick to death of her husband, receives her mail-order Do-It-Yourself Murder Kit and goes about trying to follow the instructions to get rid of the man.
Then “The Silver Corridor” where two statesmen are locked in illusory combat in a corridor that allows the courage of their respective convictions to decide the winner while the loser dies.
A few stories later comes another topper, “The Sky is Burning,” where people on Earth are dying as meteor-like objects are falling through the atmospheres of all the planets of our solar system. But they’re not meteors, and they have a message.
“The Wind Beyond the Mountains” is told mostly from the perspective of an alien race experiencing first contact with visiting Man, here’s a commentary on our necessity to wander, spread, to never be content with what we have at home.
Other amazing stories were “Hadj” and “In Lonely Lands,” commentaries on religion and friendship, respectively. And those were just my favorites in a book filled with highlights.
This is already a long review so I've hidden the synopses for the rest, but besides the already listed highlights everyone should really read the stories “Mealtime,” “Battlefield,” “The Very Last Day of a Good Woman” and “Back to the Drawing Board” (for those who read on Kindle).
Spoiler!
Unless written by the author and it’s the book's initial publication I usually avoid Introductions the first time reading new collections. I almost always read them the second time through. This can be controversial, and lots of folks will say I’m wasting some of the book’s production value and they’re correct if I never give the book a second read. But if the heart of a book isn’t good enough to warrant a second read why would I want to read what someone else thinks of it? And if it is good enough to pick up a second time, I’ll read the Intro’s then, so they’re not really wasted, right? Well that’s all good and logical but the real reason I ignore Intro’s on the first read is sometimes other writers talk about key story points as if everyone’s already read them, including spoiling endings.
This excellent, PS Publishing version of Ellison Wonderland has over 130 pages of introduction, and I skipped it all except Mr. Ellison’s original 4-pager. A good part of the book has been ignored in doing so, but it won’t be the next time, and there will be a next time. The Afterward by Josh Olson was outstanding, and his story about his 9th grade English teacher handing him Ellison Wonderland was touching and a perfect way to end this potent collection.
These were early works and language and technique was further refined in his career, but this book ripples with raw power. Even more-so than later, “better” works. So what if it’s not honed to a razor’s edge? Blunt force can still do massive damage. This was my 6th book of his short stories, and that list includes the lauded Deathbird Stories and Shatterday, both of which are show-stopping, breathtaking collections. But this one might be my favorite. He improves form later on, but that’s just gravy. You can tell from this collection he really didn’t need to, already serving gold. And shame on the editors who turned him away before he became THE Harlan Ellison®. You guys nearly cost the entire planet something beautiful.
In the world of speculative fiction Mr. Ellison is a tornado, a fiery death-ball with messages to everyone, especially those too stubborn to open their eyes and realize we’re in big trouble. And here’s where he was born.
“Night had come to the lonely lands; night, but not darkness.”
4 stars
*props to PS Publishing for an exemplary edition, worthy of the author
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