“Life is too short,” Jim Harrison writes in Just Before Dark, “for me to approach a meal with the mincing steps of a Japanese prostitute.” Having read his collection of nonfiction three times now, I’m pretty sure he means it. I said I’m pretty sure, but then I’m a Christian Humanist Isolationist Redneck Swine living just outside the shadow of the Talladega Super Speedway, not a Poet Zombie Chef and self-confessed “Food Bully” traversing the republic in a red Land Cruiser. Unfortunately, this ranks me just below a “hanging chad” in importance as a book reviewer, but I never cared for Florida’s Atlantic coast anyhow. Give me the mullet toss at the Flora-Bama any day of the week…
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Clarification to previous entry
The headline on the previous entry should read “Fucking Southern Baptists.” I tried to judiciously use asterisks to spell the f-word, but they were edited out by the program, apparently.
F*ing Southern Baptists:
http://www.villagevoice.com/issues/0314/mondo3.php