Magazine January 28, 2019, Issue

Creative Carnivores

Kitchen Still-Life, by Jacopo da Empoli (Wikimedia Commons)

For ordinary dining, there is the supermarket, with its plastic-wrapped arrays of limbs, cuts, and carcasses, from the four-legged and the two-winged, anything you could want. Before their owners gave their lives, they had been bred to be well marbled, big-breasted, or whatever quality their consumers prize, as had their ancestors for hundreds of generations. As a result, tameness ensues. Extremism in defense of consistency is not so nice. So for dining on special occasions, there is the game farm.

Game farms embrace a paradox. The creatures they market are not stalked in the woods, à la Leatherstocking; they too are

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Letters

Readers respond to Kevin Williamson’s thoughts on wearing a suit to work and Graham Hillard’s essay on naming churches.
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The Week

Planned Parenthood mistreats its pregnant employees? You should see what they do to their pregnant customers.
Poetry

Poetry

“A perfect candidate for Miss Morbidity, I often wake at 4 a.m. to hear the hiss of life evaporating from the lake…”

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