The Last Dangerous Visions. Edited By Harlan Ellison.
January 20, 2025
By the time I had read Harlan Ellison’s work, his talent had deserted him. A lifelong career isn’t guaranteed, but watching one’s career fade must be a terrifying, waking nightmare. The Last Dangerous Visions, the irrevocable part of a once ground breaking trilogy of short story collections, explains why the talent evaporated and for those 60 pages it’s worth the read.
In this book, I found two interesting pieces under glass in a museum of the mediocre. Short story anthologies are like that, but "Dangerous Visions" was a career making anthology for emerging writers. It was such a success its sequel, “Again, Dangerous Visions”, had established authors knocking on the door to get their story in. This third book has none of the cachet of the first two and, as Straczynski points out, some people he reached out to did not want their work included.
Focusing on the key essay by Straczynski, Harlan’s long time Sancho Panza, Ellison’s crushing bipolar disorder explains but doesn’t excuse the worst of his behaviour. You empathise with the man, reading of projects large and small he was not capable of writing beyond a handful of pages. The unfinished pile of stories for the planned three volumes of The Last Dangerous Visions, few of which seem to have had written introductions even after 50 years, must have been a cacophonous failure blaring from the filing cabinets in his writing room. Like The Tell-Tale Heart, but this was the murder of stories bought but not published.
A Night At The Opera by Robert Wissner was a stand out story to me. When you realise the author was 24, you can’t but acknowledge that hard work alone isn’t enough, there has to be talent. The various single page Intermezzos got me thinking beyond the page. Besides that? Most of this left me unmoved, and I will forget it.
“Dangerous Visions”, a relic of the 60s, will be available in paperback at local bookstores for as long as there are bookstores. I have a copy that I reread a few years ago and still enjoyed it. If you see it in paperback, pick it up and see if it resonates. Its direct sequel “Again, Dangerous Visions” has some solid stories, but it’s a bloated book that needed a stronger editor. Ellison was a people pleaser to the right sort of people, other writers and Hollywood stars. His audience was not the right sort. He could say no to the audience until he dropped dead but couldn’t turn down a poorly written story from a friend he had or wanted to make. I dropped “Again, Dangerous Visions” into a book collection bag soon after finishing it. As for “The Last Dangerous Visions”, if you want to read it, see if it’s available at your local library and take it out as a loan.
As readers, we owe authors nothing more than they owe us. You buy a book or not and you get a book or not. Even if you are a fan, that’s where the contract ends. Of the Dangerous Visions series, only the first anthology is worth the exchange between author and reader. And as you’ll read, Harlan was at the pinnacle of his talent while working on the first and best of the series.