Somewhat hauntingly, in the past few months since my mother died, I had a ravenous and insatiable need to read his work. I listened to "Returning to Earth" in audiobook (almost as good as reading it the first time), devoured his most recent "The Ancient Mistrel" (an autobiography for certain), and re-read numerous articles about him. I had a feeling we would lose him soon. After reading "The Ancient Minstrel," I concluded that he'd prefer not to live without his wife Linda, who died in October. Indeed.
Just a few weeks ago, I discovered a protege of Harrison's: Callan Wink. Also from Michigan, he fled to Montana (as did Harrison for the summer months). While Jim was the master of the novella, young Wink is already a master of the short story. This is clear from his debut collection "Dog Run Moon," which I am enjoying thoroughly. When you are missing Harrison, you might turn to Wink. He will certainly be one to follow.
Thank you, Jim Harrison, for all you have given us in poetry, novels, screenplays, and non-fiction. You will live in my heart forever.