Hemingway said, “A man should never write what he doesn’t know.” In the mid-fifties, Harlan Ellison–kicked out of college and hungry to write–went to New York to start his writing career. It was a time of street gangs, rumbles, kids with switchblades and zip guns made from car radio antennas. Ellison was barely out of his teens himself, but he took a phony name, moved into Brooklyn’s dangerous Red Hook section and managed to con his way into a “bopping club.” What he experienced (and the time he spent in jail as a result) was the basis for the violent story that Alfred Hitchcock filmed as the first of his hour-long TV dramas…This autobiography is a book whose message you won’t be able to ignore or forget. “Harlan Ellison is the dark prince of American letters, cutting through our corrupted midnight fog with a switchblade prose. He simply must be read.” –Pete Hamill “Ellison writes with sensitivity as well as guts–a rare combination.” –Leslie Charteris, creator of The Saint
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