Jim Harrison's recent New Yorker effort went largely unremarked upon here in the 'sphere. Its absence of linkage prompted a e-mail from Uber Interviewer Robert Birnbaum wondering why the story had been so roundly ignored, given the level of attention generally paid to the New Yorker's fiction (for reasons that sometimes escape understanding - I'm still reeling from T.C. Boyle's last ridiculous outing).
So, first off, here's the link to the story, which I've only begun to read myself.
Second off, I offer my comments space below for those of you who have read it to freely deface with your impressions of the story - good, bad or indifferent. Inquiring minds want to know. I must confess near total ignorance of his oeuvre, so we're looking for some guidance here, people.