It wasn’t my idea to have sex while the dog watched. It was Jim Harrison’s. I was reading a scene near the end of Harrison’s novel Dalva, when Dalva Northridge meets a Native-American cowboy named Sam Creekmouth and ends up having bourbon-fueled t…

“To want to meet an author because you like his books is as ridiculous as wanting to meet the goose because you like pate de foie gras.”—Arthur Koestler I discovered My Literary Hero when I was fifteen years old, handed his first book by an English …