Chuck Bowden smoldered. He was a volcano, and he bled for us. Pure courage, he never wavered, shifting from his earlier genre of Thoreau-esque, outdoor meditation to hard-boiled organized crime coverage of a horrific and dangerous nature. His style was elemental, raw, alternating between a love of the region and its people, and a healthy cynicism for human greed. He’s already missed. Glad my bookshelf is pretty well loaded.


Stu Williams
San Diego, California

This article appeared in the print edition of the magazine with the headline Love and cynicism.

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