Times change and I change.
Back in the early 1970s when I read “Dangerous Visions” I hung onto the brilliant Harlan Ellison’s every word. Forty five years later, I read "Again Dangerous Visions" and found most of it exceptionally poor, and I particularly disliked Ellison's own introductions and his apparent constant need for drama. I'm afraid the same goes for those short stories of his that I've read: I found them impressively powerful and shocking at the time, but now prefer not to read them
While we all have our struggles of one kind or another, I do think it must have been particularly difficult being Harlan Ellison.