A few years ago, I heard Howard Frank Mosher read from his new novel, God’s Kingdom, in the Hardwick Town House, on a fiercely cold night. The heat had been off in that historic building, so all of us, friends and strangers alike, huddled together. We laughed so hard that merriment warmed up us. I still have no idea who I sat beside, but I really enjoyed those two women. That was Howard Frank Mosher, a man who made us love words, and love who we are.
Howard Frank Mosher – premier among Vermont writers, most generous patron saint of aspiring writers, a man who emanated humor mingled with wisdom, and just general niceness all the way around – passed yesterday.
Here’s tribute in Seven Days worth a read.
If you’re in the library tonight for cake (5:30 pm) and the loon talk (7pm), check out one of Mosher’s books, where he’ll always remain.