I almost didn't read this when I bought the book as I have little-to-no interest in Maine, lobsters or lobster festivals. The first few pages give you the indication that that's all it's about.
Then, about mid-way through, it morphs into a marvelous meditation on the nature of consciousness and the ethics of killing and eating animals.
Then, about mid-way through, it morphs into a marvelous meditation on the nature of consciousness and the ethics of killing and eating animals.
God, I miss that guy.