Being a good writer often involves some deep personal craziness. Farm writer Jon Katz is a good example. At 50, his career off track, he bought a cabin in the mountains in rural New York (against the better judgement of his wife) and spent long vacations there with his two dogs, reading Thomas Merton. He wrote about it, of course, but he also developed an affection for animals and the rural life.
Now he writes about it for Slate, the online daily magazine, and it was hard to resist showing you this column about the jeering goats who follow him around. So i didn’t.