November 18, 2004

Well, crap.

I must be out of the loop, somehow, having missed the news that Ellen Meloy, one of my favorite writers, died in her sleep a week ago.

From the obit linked above, written by Verlyn Klinkenborg:

“A great deal of nature writing,” she wrote, “sounds like a cross between a chloroform stupor and a high Mass.”

Those of you who haven’t should go read her book Raven’s Exile right now. I’d lend you mine, but I just handed it to the Journal’s newest intern, Katie Renz, whom I’m secretly grooming to become Ellen’s replacement — not that anyone could.

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Chris,

I just discovered Creek Running North, very interesting perspectives, written with humour and warmth.  It’s been very inspiring to read your articles over these last few days.  Do you have a written biography somewhere on the net, so I can find out more about what formed the man that has created these very warming and delightful articles?

Hmm, interesting idea. Here.

(and, oh, um, thanks.)

Autobios are fun.  :)

I’m sorry to hear about her death — now I’m going to have to track down a copy of that book.

btw, where’d you find the bighorn pictograph for your gravatar?

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