“Harlan Ellison, a furiously prolific and cantankerous writer whose science fiction and fantasy stories reflected a personality so intense that they often read as if he were punching his manual typewriter keys with his fists, died on Wednesday at his home in Los Angeles. … Mr. Ellison looked at storytelling as a ‘holy chore,’ which he pursued zealously for more than 60 years. His output includes more than 1,700 short stories and articles, at least 100 books and dozens of screenplays and television scripts. And although he was ranked with eminent science fiction writers like Ray Bradbury and Isaac Asimov, he insisted that he wrote speculative fiction, or simply fiction. ‘Call me a science fiction writer,’ Mr. Ellison said on the Sci-Fi Channel (now SyFy) in the 1990s. ‘I’ll come to your house and I’ll nail your pet’s head to a coffee table. I’ll hit you so hard your ancestors…