An excerpt from Eating Animals, by Jonathan Safran Foer. A conversation with the author and his grandmother:
“The worst it got was near the end. A lot of people died right at the end, and I didn’t know if I could make it another day. A farmer, a Russian, God bless him, he saw my condition, and he went into his house and came out with a piece of meat for me.”
“He saved your life.”
“I didn’t eat it.”
“You didn’t eat it?”
“It was pork. I wouldn’t eat pork.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?”
“What, because it wasn’t kosher?”
“Of course.”
“But not even to save your life?”
“If nothing matters, there’s nothing to save.”
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How interesting! A friend of mine is reading this book right now actually, he really likes it a lot, I want to borrow it from him when he’s done!
You should! Foer is a talented writer, and he’s done a great job of enhancing the meaning of hard facts with personal anecdotes. It reads like a grand narrative and not a lecture.
That sounds fantastic! Sometimes I can’t get into non-fiction books because it reads too much like a textbook. Definitely going to check this one out!