Big Jim, Chien Brun alias Jim Harrison n'est plus... il nous laisse orphelins, gardiens d'une oeuvre romanesque remarquable !

C'est dimanches de Pâques... et alors ?

... ET MERDE !
 
J'appréhendais depuis de longs mois de lire, d'entendre un telle nouvelle triste, je subodorais cette issue trop proche et pourtant, elle me fait chavirer... je l'aurais voulu centenaire, encore écrivant pour nous ravir encore. 

Big Jim alias Jim Harrison, que je tiens pour être un des plus grands écrivains américains du XXe siècle, nous a quittés samedi 26 mars 2016 dans la nuit. 

Que les cieux lui offrent une quiétude pour les siècles des siècles... je lui offre mon cœur comme tombeau éternel.

Je poursuivrai, un de ces prochains jours, cette notule attristée par un plus long exposé sur les souvenirs de mes lectures émerveillées de ses romans, de ses nouvelles... le trouble et le manque m'auront quitté, j'aurai alors apprivoisé l'obscurité dans laquelle me laisse sa disparition. 

 

More details: Jim Harrison, Poet, Novelist and Essayist, Is Dead at 78 by MARGALIT FOX    MARCH 27, 2016 

Le 2 octobre 2015, Jim Harrison avait subi la perte de sa chère épouse Linda King Harrison qu'il avait épousée en 1959.

 

2015-10-08 / Obituaries

LINDA KING HARRISON

  Linda King Harrison, 74, died calmly and without pain on October 2 in Billings, Montana, surrounded by her family and friends, after struggling for several weeks with a rare lung disease.

Linda was born on October 12, 1940, in Lansing, Michigan, to Margery Moulton and William Ludlow King, a wonderful father who was very like her. She married Jim Harrison on October 10, 1959, and they lived in Boston, Kingsley, Michigan, and on Long Island before moving to Leelanau County, Michigan in 1968. Fifteen years ago, they moved to Livingston to be closer to their daughters and grandchildren. She was a beautiful woman, graceful in all things, a horsewoman, gardener, natural architect and artist, reader, and a phenomenal cook. She had a fine sense of humor and did not suffer fools gladly, but no one has ever been kinder. She is survived by her husband of 55 years, her daughters and sons-in-law Anna and Max Hjortsberg and Jamie and Steve Potenberg, her three grandsons, Will and John Potenberg and Silas Hjortsberg, and her crazy, beautiful dog Folly. She is survived as well by friends in Michigan, Arizona, Montana, and elsewhere, many of whom she talked about with love in her last days. She was an only child, but when she married she gained sisters and brothers: Mary and Nick Dumsch of Rodney, Michigan, John and Rebecca Harrison of Fayetteville, Arkansas, and David and Cindy Harrison of Bainbridge Island, Washington.

Linda was intensely private, and it was her wish that there be no memorial service. Her family would like to thank Joyce Harrington Bahle (for everything), Doug Wadle (for years of care and compassion), and Lisa Davis and Jan Kimmel (for helping, always). Anyone wishing to honor Linda’s memory may make a donation to Livingston’s Stafford Animal Shelter (3 Business Park Road, Livingston, MT 59047) or its Food Resource Center (202 South 2nd Street, Livingston, MT 59047).

In the words of a poet she loved: I could say that we are released, but I don’t know, in our private night when our souls explode into a billion fragments then calmly regather in a black pool in the forest, far from the cage of flesh, the unremitting “I.” This was a dream and in dreams we are forever alone walking the ghost road beyond our lives.

 

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