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"A worthwhile treat." -Dog Fancy
"Wonderful writing about the emotional geography between dogs and people." -Jon Katz
DOG CULTURE showcases celebrated contemporary writers and the dogs in their lives. Here are best-selling authors Nicholas Dawidoff, on needing obedience school as much as his dog, and Chuck Palahniuk, on the otherworldly job of rescue dogs. Rene Steinke describes the shameful gluttony of her boyfriend's dog; Pearl Abraham writes of sneaking a dog into her life in defiance of the Chassidic community in which she was raised; and Chris Offutt reminisces about the Kentucky dog of his childhood, locked out of the house, injured with buckshot, but still deeply loved. Elissa Schappell gives us the other side of the coin in her hilarious treatise against dogs.
Like the best writing on anything, each of these pieces are both about specific dogs and about all dogs, and, most importantly, about something bigger and more essential than dogs themselves: life, and how we choose to live it. With black-and-white images of the inscrutable canines that inhabit our landscape, this book will surprise and entrance, and make even the most skeptical dog observer see the world in a new way.
Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9781592285389 |
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Publisher: | Rowman & Littlefield Publishers, Inc. |
Publication date: | 10/01/2004 |
Pages: | 208 |
Product dimensions: | 5.00(w) x 7.00(h) x 0.50(d) |
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Coco ate: popcorn, hair pomade, dirty kitty litter, Twinkies, red Chanel lip stick, used tea bags, spaghetti, sandalwood soap, Cheerios, orange peels, ham, cream cheese, though, oddly, never leather or shoes. His lunges for food came to seem like a performance. Punk Rock: Coco growling and grabbing a bagel in his teeth even as I shouted, "No!" Comic: Coco carrying a nail file in his mouth for blocks, refusing to accept the fact that it was tasteless. Existential: the long face and the tail lowered because the one lousy piece of stale bread had been beyond the reach of his leash.
We fed Coco what he needed to stay healthy, but he wanted more. There is something to be said for a vigorous and not too discriminating appetite. He wanted danger, sweetness, blood, strangeness, adventure, salt. Who could blame him? I came to see that part of the pleasure of having a dog is the empathic part, recognizing those sensitivities that we usually think of as human, but another pleasure is in a dog's beastliness. A dog acts like a dog, and I'll admit that I took a vicarious pleasure in watching Coco get the fish skin out of the restaurant's garbage. He was so happy with himself, his tail wagging, devoutly licking and savoring the luminous skin between his paws.