On the great fishing writer, John Gierach, whose death last week didn’t get nearly enough attention: “He made even a disastrous day of fishing sound like a better alternative than whatever other activity you had on the books. Because he was wholly committed, even while keeping just enough ironic distance, outlining the absurdity of standing up to your nuts in moving water, waving an overpriced graphite stick, trying to trick fish with a pea-brain, only to let them go. That’s a routine that not just any writer can keep interesting. But Gierach did it in book after book.”