In cleaning the office, I came across a book I bought in Minneapolis a few years back, when the kind folks at Rain Taxi had me up there to do my Ambergris multi-media at the Walker Center.
This is a very strange book from the 1934 that tries to make the fur industry whimsical, gallant, and even humorous. I bought because of the eccentricity of it–the weirdness of the narrative voice, at least to modern ears. It’s really somewhat macabre, and kinda gross to those of us who love animals. Crazy-town narrators in nonfiction always fascinate me, though, since they open up possibilities for characters in fiction.
Here’s a short excerpt from the intro, and some photos of the interior.