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"The tallest radical humorist in the Midwest and a truthful and graceful writer.” —Garrison Keillor |
The weather was terrible in Iceland for most of the summer, mountains and sea shrouded in cold dense fog for a solid month, but I didn't mind. After the annual writer's week (which began with a howling blizzard on May 22), I hibernated at the table and finished the better part of two books. The Writers' Week crew this year were spirited and good humored but I was hot to scribble. One, a medium-sized essay on cabins, done for a Minnesota Historical Society Press picture book (Cabins) will come out in Spring; the Windows of Brimnes, my reflections on what the world and the 21st Century look like from out little northern perch, has one almost nothing else: "Partita #6 in E Minor", Liszt's transcription of the organ "Fuge in B minor", all 1.5 Sinfonias, Brahms' left hand version of the "Chaconne." Joyful, inexhaustible, stuff it braces the mind for the assaults of daily idiocy and violence. I recommend a half hour a day of Bach for the entire human race. Might save us. Excerpt from Bill's 2006 Holiday Letter |
"Bill Holm’s is a classic American voice, but of a kind we haven’t often heard lately. It’s the voice of the prairie radical, the village agnostic, toting volumes of Walt Whitman. . . as he saunters through Minneota, Minnesota.” —Los Angeles Times |
