Just got this very kind review of my current book (and perfect Christmas gift) Swimming with Piranhas at Feeding Time:
Here’s why it’d be impossible not to like Richard Conniff’s latest book: the subtitle is “My Life Doing Dumb Stuff with Animals.”
Here’s the form the book’s preface takes: a fake classified for the job Conniff does.
Two best lines from the preface:
“Willingness to shed conventional norms a requirement. The candidate must be able to contemplate in a nonjudgemental way even the animals that happen at that moment to be having sex, possibly incestuous, on his forehead.”
“[A]ll reasonable expenses will be covered. OK, yes, that will include the mud-walled hotel in western Uganda with one toilet serving all rooms. And, OK, it’s not really a toilet, but a hole in the floor. And yes, yes, yes, you may experience near total liquefaction there in the form of the week-long gastrointestinal calamit called giardia.”
It’d be impossible to choose a favorite chapter from this book—they’re all terrific reads, each engaging and told with much humor, and this is absolutely one of those books which, by the end, you sort of want to be friends with the author—but “Lemurs in Love” and “Ghosts in the Grasslands” (maybe because it’s the book’s longest, at 20 pages) are both tremendously good.
Regardless: get it. Read it. Pass it to friends. (And this is what happens when you get giardia, if you’ve got the will to look.)
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P.S. I’ve had giardia. So my advice is, don’t look.


Monday is the pub date for my new book,