New Spider: This little darling is a newly discovered Eriovixia gryffindori which is named after something to do with the Harry Potter series. A sorting hat. As an aside, am I the only one in the world who has neither read the books nor seen a movie of the famous character? And aren’t spiders and bugs just marvelous? Spiders are part of my totem and they speak—whisper—secrets to me. This guy looks like a dried leaf and is most difficult to spot when he hides amongst them.
Author: L.E. Hansen
The Olds
AKA The New Olds—Stacey Kent
So it seems I might have a new category. Or at least a subcategory. Once again the lovely discovery of someone others have known for years. It this case, at least 30. Stacey Kent and the gift of the rabbit-hole seeker. Sometimes we don’t even recall where we started or the purpose of the original hunt. But we end (is there ever one? or is it only another stopping off place?]) with the jazz singer, the lovely chanteuse, or ‘the little French song.’
More on Jim Harrison
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I wrote about Jim and the friend who did some paintings for him. The article talks about one of them, the painting of a thicket on the wall (right, below). The artist is Jill Eggers.
‘‘Jim liked naps,’’ says Joyce Harrington Bahle, who assisted the celebrated writer for 37 years — hence the bed in the small writing studio he kept behind his Montana home. On one wall hangs ‘‘A Correlated History of Earth,’’ charting the planet’s development over 4.5 billion years; on another, a painting, by Harrison’s friend Jill Eggers, of a thicket. Bahle says Harrison always saw thickets as places of refuge. Outside, looking out toward the Absaroka mountains, is the solitary bench where he liked to begin each workday.
A review of Philip K. Dick’s last novel, The Transmigration of Timothy Archer
Suffering is the core of The Transmigration of Timothy Archer, a novel published just months after Philip Dick’s death in 1982. This is a book written by an author sure of his abilities, one …
Source: A review of Philip K. Dick’s last novel, The Transmigration of Timothy Archer
Jim Harrison
VIA COPPER CANYON
WHERE IS JIM HARRISON? SEVEN POEMS FROM A MASTER
Some time ago an artist friend did several large paintings for Jim. They were paintings of the types of trees he had there on his land in Montana. That was where the farmhouse was. He lived other places too, including Colorado and France. He did a lot of travel in and around Michigan where he was born, in 1937. He is dead now, died in March of this year. There wasn’t a lot of notice. You would have missed it entirely if you weren’t checking in. He never quite made it to the top of the literary mountain though some of his prose made it into films: Legends of the Fall, and Wolf. A quote: our error is that life lasts exactly seven times longer than the way we live it. He was called “the last of the literary lions.” He’d like that.
