RIP Jim Harrison

Sharon Bowman

Sharon Bowman
A fantastic writer and wine drinker; his words and turns of phrase will be sorely missed.

Shocked that he lived to 78, with health problems including diabetes and so forth. Read just now that his wife of over 50 years died last fall; that'll definitely take the wind out of your sails.

I still have the original New Yorker in which the 37-course lunch piece appeared.

It's a great read.

"Is there an interior logic to overeating, or does gluttony, like sex, wander around in a messy void, utterly resistant to our attempts to make sense of it?"
 
originally posted by Sharon Bowman:
RIP Jim HarrisonA fantastic writer and wine drinker; his words and turns of phrase will be sorely missed.

Shocked that he lived to 78, with health problems including diabetes and so forth. Read just now that his wife of over 50 years died last fall; that'll definitely take the wind out of your sails.

I still have the original New Yorker in which the 37-course lunch piece appeared.

It's a great read.

"Is there an interior logic to overeating, or does gluttony, like sex, wander around in a messy void, utterly resistant to our attempts to make sense of it?"

Mme L is sad, as am I. The Mme had been on a recent pro-Harrison campaign. His gusto for life was infectious. A couple of his pieces he wrote for Kermit's newsletter were great.
 
originally posted by Todd Abrams:
This is appropriate today.

Fantastic; I'd never read that. Thanks for sharing.

"I rarely feel spiritual in New York or Paris except when I’ve stopped at the
old church across the side street from Les Deux Magots on St. Germain and lit
candles for the liver of my friend, the renowned gourmand Gerard Oberlé, who
caught hepatitis in Egypt and couldn’t drink wine for two years. His suffering
was incalculable and on several occasions I lit five bucks’ worth of candles
which brought about his recovery."
 
from a really big lunch. . .

"never before have the american people had their noses so deeply in one anther's business. if i announce that i and eleven other diners shared a thirty-seven course lunch that likely cost as much as a new volvo station wagon, those of a critical nature will let their minds run in tiny, aghast circles of condemnation. my response to them is that none of us twelve disciples of gourmandise wanted a new volvo."
 
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