Minnesota has lost one of its most venerable cultural treasures—author Bill Holm died Wednesday, at 65.
For decades, Holm—a poet, essayist, memoirist, musician, and all-around renaissance thinker on all things Minnesota—has been writing wry, tender, lyrical odes to the small things that make life worth living, and the large things that unite us all. He was a true spirit in an era that tends to sap that sort of thing out of a man. All of us who knew him will miss his robust sense of humor and genuine love for the written word.
Ultimately, Holm will be remembered by what he wrote, and that is as it should be. Here is a link his catalogue at Milkweed Editions, his long-time publisher.
Here's a link to Bill's own website—check out his photo gallery from Iceland, where spent part of each year.
And if you didn’t catch it last year, here is a fine piece Holm wrote for Minnesota Law and Politics on the coming of the Rebublican national convention last fall.