yesterday in Oxford, Mississippi.
he was 67 years old.
over the course of the next several days I'm guessing several thousand words of remembrance will be written and spoken, particularly at the Oxford Conference for the Book this Thursday through Saturday.
I interviewed Barry what seems like a hundred years ago at his home in Oxford (one of my few published pieces that's not on the Internet, it seems). before that I played in a band called Even Greenland after one of Barry's stories. and a picture of Barry Hannah - my favorite and a working print gift from the photographer Mark Morrow from his long out-of-print Images of the Southern Writer - hangs in my kitchen where I write.
but I will not attempt to compete.
if you want to read about Barry, the week's best (so far) is Tom Junod's piece for Esquire.
and if you want to read Barry (you should), start with either Airships or Ray. it'd be well worth your while.
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