Eaten back to life: (essays)

Machine generated contents note: Bag of Assholes --
Apples, as Rain or Tears --
Futures of Nostalgia, and Other Thoughts on Places for Drinking --
Still, After All These Years --
World Upside Down --
Monstrous Sympathies --
Take That, Instincts --
Aren't We All Feeling a Little Abused by Turkey And Peas These Days? --
From the Cauldron of the Speckled Seas --
Sixth Quarter --
Merry Effing Christmas, or, Giving Rum Another Chance, or, Rum Gives Me Another Chance --
Aim Low, That the Chariot May Swing to Meet Your Mark --
Fine-Tuning the Contours of Realness --
My Body, Which Is Given for You --
On Food, Film, and the Documentary Mode, in Two Takes --
On Something Wholly Other Than the Documentary Mode: Louis XVI Eats a Tomato --
His Measure of Her Powers --
Whole Beast Beyond Even Its Borders --
Tomorrow Might Not Come, If I Don't Let It --
To Your (Spiritual) Health --
On Natural Wine, Punk Rock, and Too-Easy Analogies --
Hot Dogs on the Brink of Insanity --
Reflexes and Reflexions --
God Won't Be the Wiser --
Just a Lazy, Skull-Boiling Afternoon --
La Langue Sans Visage --
Notes Preliminary to Actually Thinking about an Anti-Colonial Food Writing --
Putting Yourself on the Line --
Gripping, Griping, a Derangement of the Bowels, a Vulture, or Griffin --
Across the Great Divide: Decentring the Organism and the Ontological Hangover --
Flight from Reno --
Timber by Which It Is Broken --
Postscript: On Italicization --
Don't Take Your Sword to the Table? --
Fish Stew and Duelling Authenticities --
With Friends Like These ... --
Thank Heaven for Small Failures --
Postscript: On Fudge --
On Nigella Lawson, Impossible Witnessing, and the Reification of Analysis --
"Such Praise Inspires with Diviner Lust Your Friends, Who Guttle with Greater Gust" --
On Bad Melons, Bullshit, and the Emergent Qualities of Wine --
Haltingly into the Night --
If I Swallow Something Evil --
You're Not a Beauty, but Babe You're Alright.