There are just some things that male writers, of a certain ilk, feel they have to do. I call it the Curse of Hemingway. We have to like to fish. We have to be proficient in blowing birds from the sky with shotguns. And we have to love oysters. We have to sit around a table in some sun-blasted shack on some desolate, mosquito-infested cay and slurp ’em right out of the shell.
Your First Oyster
~ Rick Bragg
You’ll never see me with People or Us magazines, but find me on a plane and you may just catch me toting one of my favorites: Garden & Gun. Since I tend not to work in transit, planes are where I catch up on reading for fun and studying the craft of some damn good writing.


John T. Edge is a frequent contributor, as is Roy Blount, Jr. and roving New Orleanian Pableaux Johnson. You’ll find stories by culinary historian Damon Lee Fowler and boudin junkie Sara Roahen. Funny, insightful, sometimes poignant, the writing is treat. Get yourself a subscription or check it out online.
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