Tuesday, April 16, 2013
the last book I ever read (Jim Harrison's The River Swimmer, excerpt two)
from The River Swimmer: Novellas (The Land of Unlikeness) by Jim Harrison:
On the short drive home his brain was antic enough from two large drinks to enjoy the trivialization of everything including himself.
He swerved to avoid a rabbit and came altogether too close to the deep ditch which was momentarily sobering. As a boy he would shoot and clean rabbits and his dad would fry them. They both loved rabbit and venison. His father shot a deer every late fall but his mother wouldn’t eat wild game which didn’t lessen the pleasure taken in it by her husband and son. She would eat a bowl of barley soup in the parlor because of her intense empathy with the natural world, which did not include the human species except blacks and Indians.