A Dissertation upon Roast Pigby Charles LambA rapturous appreciation of pork crackling, a touching description of hungry London chimney sweeps, a discussion of the strange pleasure of eating pineapple and a meditation on the delights of Christmas feasting are just some of the subjects of these personal, playful writings from early nineteenth-century essayist Charles Lamb. Exploring the joys of food and also our complicated social relationship with it, these essays are by turns sensuous, mischievous, lyrical and self-mocking. Filled with a sense of hunger, they are some of the most fascinating and nuanced works ever written about eating, drinking and appetite.
Charles Lamb was an English essayist with Welsh heritage, best known for his "Essays of Elia" and for the children's book "Tales from Shakespeare", which he produced along with his sister, Mary Lamb (1764–1847).
Un ensayo breve —e hilarante— sobre los orígenes, el cuidado al guisar y el celo al comer lechón rostizado; una de las delicias culinarias de la Inglaterra georgiana, platillo por excelencia de deshollinadores, estibadores y cocheros, y oportunidad para que la pluma, ligera y precisa, de Charles Lamb nos deleite con su fina ironía para construir un ensayo estructuralmente perfecto.
Complementa el volumen “Una nota sobre literatura”, a propósito de aquellas personas que querían dedicarse a las letras en el s. XIX. Divertidísimo e imperdible.
Charles Lamb's tongue in cheek story of how man came to eat roasted pigs. Made me laugh when I was very young and first read it, and made me laugh today and think how some things never change. Case in point...when the father and son are tried for unnatural practices and found not guilty,
The judge, who was a shrewd fellow, winked at the manifest iniquity of the decision: and, when the court was dismissed, went privily, and bought up all the pigs that could be had for love or money.
what the fuck was this idek if the descriptions were supposed to be enticing or disgusting but they were super explicit so much i felt like i was reading a porno i'll never have pork the same way again
Talk about run-on sentences, but I guess that was typical of the time. The language, even though it was about eating pigs, was flowery and entertaining.