![]() Like White’s Wilbur in Charlotte’s Web, Christopher Hogwood should have met an early demise in the pragmatic cruelty of the barnyard. ![]() ![]() These are the descriptions, meditations, grumps and rhapsodies that echo in my own sense of the rural landscape and most especially that of New Hampshire.Īnd whenever animals figure prominently in the tale-well, even better.Ĭhristopher Hogwood, namesake of the prominent conductor (1941-2014), was a “runt among runts,” a sick and ailing piglet that still fit in a shoebox when his littermates were tipping the scales at thirty-five pounds and more. To these I might add the poetry of Robert Frost (1874-1963) and especially Donald Hall (b.1928). The Good Good Pig is now filed on that section of my memory shelves that holds Verlyn Klinkenborg’s The Rural Life (and More Scenes From the Rural Life), a pair of incomparable posthumous articles by Maxine Kumin published in The American Scholar, “Our Farm, My Inspiration” and “The Making of PoBiz Farm,” dated 8 December 2013 and 11 March, 2014 respectively, and, of course, E.B. ![]()
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