A rather amazing story at the Times about hunting wild hogs.
(And here's a bit from Ian Frazier's New Yorker story about feral pigs from a couple years ago.)
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About Me
- Jenny Davidson
- I have published four novels and four books of literary criticism; I'm currently at work on a book called FOR THE LOVE OF BROKEN THINGS: MY FATHER, EDWARD GIBBON AND THE RUINS OF ROME. I teach in the Department of English and Comparative Literature at Columbia University.
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- Hundreds and thousands
- Canine costuming
- Probabilities
- Eel redux
- More eel
- Eel two ways
- More nibbly
- Second best tomorrow
- The 'traffic'
- Animal doubles
- Camp pie
- Lappish lusciousness
- Anagrams from home
- The Anti-Comma League
- Berlin walls
- Swag bellies
- "A kind of inevitable rotary way"
- Mule tape
- The size of a football or a pineapple
- The crash of skull against skull
- Verbal hooks
- Cheap laughs...
- The idea!
- Two lives
- Bohemian
- Hard peas
- "This is for me the new squid"
- Distant reading
- Thumbelina
- Collared
- The era of organisms
- "Don't let the demographic exclude you"
- "The child grew up and became a policeman"
- "It's my interview, so we've got to stay with me"
- "Angels and ministers of grace defend us!"
- Deranged penguins
- A PhD in sitting on kitchen counters
- Stonehenge!
- Bondishness
- Web-work mysteries
- A 9 by 9 array
- "Too much traffic"
- Atlantomania
- The canonization
- "A thoroughly alternative night out"
- Rapscallions?
- Light reading update
- Cross-referenced
- Dollar night
- 100 de-bleated goats
- Stray opuscules
- "Something black, something canine"
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