In Newsday, Kerry Fried reviews Jane Shilling's The Fox in the Cupboard
, which she calls a "provocative, moving, and hugely funny memoir" of (believe it or not) fox-hunting. Surely the fox might view it differently. But Charlie, as he is called by the hunters, does get his due:
Over the centuries, Charlie hasn't had brilliant press: Think Aesop. Then again, neither have his nemeses, who are mocked as braying, bloodthirsty anachronisms vying for the Darwin award. Forget the fox's welfare--confronted by hunting's traditions and heavenly accessories (those hacking jackets, those horses!), the outsider feels, er, left out. No wonder some of us reach for Wilde's put-down of the entire enterprise: "The Unspeakable in pursuit of the Uneatable."
You can read the whole thing here
. In the meantime, Kerry confessed this morning to having had her "first John Roberts dream." She and the Chief Justice were at a picnic, where he was expressing some doubts about his low-key performance on the bench. When she has her first Harriet Miers dream, HOM visitors will be the first to know.