The first I ever heard of Jim Harrison was when I was getting drunk and singing with the MFA crew in Fayetteville in the 1980's. Jim's brother headed up Mullins Library on campus and the MFA program in Creative Writing lured Jim there to do one of those week long boot camps for inspiring writers. The finale was always a reading, book signing and alchohol-fired revelry afterwards.
It's been 25 or so years since then and I've finally found his first book that I thoroughly enjoyed.
The plot is buried in sort of a twisted love triangle. Harrison is a beautiful prosist and I love his vocabulary. I marvel at how his narrator wallows in gluttony but the reader loves the guy anyway!
We need more novels like Sundog.