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Under a hot sun broken by violent summer showers, Kosovo is waking to a midsummer's nightmare. The sickly sweet smell of decaying flesh hangs in invisible clouds across the province, and the ground offers up body parts. Bits of ashen bone--a thigh, a rib cage--and chunks of roasted flesh litter the floors of burned-out houses. Corpses, left where they fell, putrefy in fields and farmyards amid the buzzing of flies and the howling of stray dogs. As the first of Kosovo's Albanian refugees stream back across the borders or down from hiding in the hills...
HUNTING So-called bush meat, which includes gorilla flesh, has long been an important part of local diets. But as the human population grows and new roads make it easier to ship gorilla meat to the cities, the situation is likely to get worse before it gets better. There are laws against killing gorillas for any reason, but enforcement is spotty...
Question: How do you remove maggots from under a forest giraffe's skin? Answer: Use your fingers. This bit of bush savvy can be found in Karesh's entertaining account of his life as a field veterinarian. Parasites abound. Insects try to pierce his flesh, while humans try to empty his wallet. Somewhat jarring is Karesh's outsize ego. Photos of the author in manly poses, as well as asides on what he is looking for in a relationship, sometimes give the book the feel of a personal ad. But then, what woman could resist a man who knows...
...Bush had no patience running for small-time local offices; no one gave him much chance of winning his race. But he was a natural--handsome, "not the smartest guy in the world but smart enough," as Younger says, blessed with an honest love of pressing the flesh. He won the G.O.P. primary, then ran against state senator Kent Hance, who used a populist tactic Bush would never forget. Hance compared his own West Texas "credentials" with Bush's Andover-Yale-Harvard ones. When Hance got through with him, Bush smelled like some exotic houseplant on a New England windowsill...
Legend has it that the 8th century Chinese poet Li Po, drunk with wine, tried to embrace the moon reflected in a lake. He drowned in the clutch. He should have continued to embrace tales of flesh and blood instead of the surreal. For it is heroes--through their triumphs and follies--who teach us how to live...