The New Yorker gets mail about its review of Jonathan Safran Foer’s vegetarian book. Including someone who said he was writing from the parking lot of a slaughterhouse: “I wonder if Foer has ever visited, or considered the impact of, a thousand-acre soybean monoculture. We have demanded cheap food, and so we have received cheap, destructive food production. Second, vegetarian moralism denies an essential fact of living: death. Everything dies, and not always in its due time.” The great beyond eagerly waits for all forms of meat, including the writing kind of meat!