Anna Christensen

Perusing the pages of Jack Hartnell’s gloriously illustrated Medieval Bodies: Life and Death in the Middle Ages, my eye caught on an elegant depiction of a tree, reproduced from a 15th-century German manuscript and surrounded by pear-shaped vials and delicate writing. Enchanted, I stopped to admire it and read the accompanying caption: “A wheel of urine sprouting from a tree.” But of course.

It’s easy to laugh at the Middle Ages, their beliefs and medical practices—easy, too, to forget that the people who lived then were people just like us. While capturing the humor inherent in looking so far back in time, Hartnell points to the common humanity between our modern selves and the men (and women!) who left behind these writings. (Some of this humor was even intentional; in forgetting that medieval people were simply people, we may find ourselves surprised to discover a sense of humor not far removed from our own when we encounter, for example, an illustration of a penis tree in the margins of a French manuscript.) Their bizarre logic seems especially evident when presented alongside the technology that was available then. Indeed, the seeds of modern science can often be found amid what initially appears to be extremely outdated nonsense.

Hartnell’s book isn’t just about the peculiarities of the medical arts in the Middle Ages. Then, as now, bodies were the vehicles through which people experienced life, and so Hartnell’s head-to-toe examination of the medieval body invokes nearly all other aspects of medieval culture and life. Food, literature, music and the prevalence of the spiritual are all present in great detail in Medieval Bodies, and it makes sense: We, on an ordinary day, do not perceive ourselves as a collection of viscera. We understand ourselves, both physically and otherwise, in relation to the things we come into contact with in the surrounding world. This was also true of our long-ago ancestors—and in making this clear, Hartnell’s book provides a most human look into a world that is neither so far away nor very separate from us at all.

Perusing the pages of Jack Hartnell’s gloriously illustrated Medieval Bodies: Life and Death in the Middle Ages, my eye caught on an elegant depiction of a tree, reproduced from a 15th-century German manuscript and surrounded by pear-shaped vials and delicate writing. Enchanted, I stopped to…

“To my adorable future corpses,” reads the dedication to Caitlin Doughty’s Will My Cat Eat My Eyeballs? Big Questions From Tiny Mortals About Death. Doughty’s forthright but playful tone is apparent before you even get to the table of contents.

Written as an answer book to all the questions Doughty has fielded from young and inquiring minds during her career as a mortician, author and death activist (more on that later), Will My Cat Eat My Eyeballs? is perhaps the most enchanting little book ever to discuss such matters as whether or not one’s body might explode if one’s final meal before being loaded into the crematorium included popcorn.

Anyone with a child in their life will be unsurprised at the sorts of curious hypotheticals that are posed in this book, or at a hyper-focus on the ins and outs of the corpse. It is to her credit that Doughty not only answers those questions that would seem to fall easily within her area of expertise but dutifully chases down the science that might provide a plausible answer to the fate of an astronaut who slipped from this mortal coil while on a spacewalk.

However, this book is by no means solely for death-curious children. Most if not all of the answers provided alongside the charmingly gothic illustrations will be news to the average adult reader, as well. In her career, Doughty has worked to rehabilitate a Western culture that has become death-illiterate through an increased outsourcing of the caregiving and rituals surrounding death. And as Doughty orients death as sometimes sad but normal, she touches on subjects that are of interest to adult readers who may be planning for end of life care, or helping someone else do so, such as eco-friendly, natural burial.

Will My Cat Eat My Eyeballs? (which, yes, does include an answer to that question as well) provides answers to questions both humorous and moving, bringing tiny and full-sized mortals alike to a greater comfort with and understanding of the one transition that will happen to us all.

 

ALSO IN BOOKPAGE: Read our interview with Caitlin Doughty, author of Will My Cat Eat My Eyeballs?

In Will My Cat Eat My Eyeballs?, Caitlin Doughty answers questions about death that are both humorous and moving.

A veteran of New York Magazine, Esquire and Elle, author Lisa Taddeo opens Three Women, her compelling debut, with stories about her mother: the beginnings of her mother’s life as a woman, with all the complexities that accompany the teenage years, when society views women as reaching the height of their sexual power. She closes with her mother as well, this time describing the end of her life as Taddeo cared for her in the hospital. While this may seem like a strange decision for a book that concerns itself with female desire, it’s quickly apparent to even the casual reader that Taddeo doesn’t shy away from the unspoken, the uncomfortable and the shadow sides of sexuality. This is by necessity a ruthless book as it explores the half-concealed aspects of not only the female sex life but also the inner and secret lives of women.

The three women in question cut across lines of class, age and experience. Maggie’s story begins as a teen-ager in a working-class family in North Dakota, receiving provocative and confusing texts from an English teacher that build alarmingly and irresistibly. Lina is an Indiana housewife, firmly middle-class, unfulfilled and anxiety-ridden amid toddlers and a sexless marriage, when she reconnects with an old boyfriend over Facebook. Enigmatic Sloane is comfortably upper-class and considers herself highly in control of her sexual agency, until difficult memories surface, consequences arise, and she begins to question the line between male desire and her own—whether she is subject or object.

Three Women is merciless, impossible to put down and so revealing as to be uncomfortable. As the women share themselves, you find yourself reflected. It’s a multifaceted work that changes as you turn it, casting light in unexpected corners that you never before considered—and had perhaps even been guarding against. 

 

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A veteran of New York Magazine, Esquire and Elle, author Lisa Taddeo opens Three Women, her compelling debut, with stories about her mother: the beginnings of her mother’s life as a woman, with all the complexities that accompany the teenage years, when society views women as reaching the height of their sexual power. She closes with her mother as well, this time describing the end of her life as Taddeo cared for her in the hospital. While this may seem like a strange decision for a book that concerns itself with female desire, it’s quickly apparent to even the casual reader that Taddeo doesn’t shy away from the unspoken, the uncomfortable and the shadow sides of sexuality. This is by necessity a ruthless book as it explores the half-concealed aspects of not only the female sex life but also the inner and secret lives of women.

In the middle of this book, I received an exasperated text from a friend. A male acquaintance, she said, had posted a comment under a picture on her social media in which he remarked that she looked “so much slimmer!” The post was about her Ph.D. work. “Isn’t it wonderful that we’re all just here to be commented on by men?” she said. “He has probably never been confronted with the idea that his opinion might not be inherently valuable.”

Indeed, this seems like a stunt that would earn the offender his own shining ribbon from Shelby Lorman in her new book. Funny, intelligent, weary and based on her popular Instagram account, Awards for Good Boys takes a critical look at the men whose actual treatment of women doesn’t quite jibe with the feminist politics they parrot. That male acquaintance that knows all the #MeToo jargon but feels entitled to a little something “more” after buying you a drink? He’s a Good Boy. The ex who texts you “just to check in” after you told him you needed space? Another Good Boy. The guy you’ve been seeing who insists that labeling human relationships is somehow ethically and morally wrong? A Good Boy several times over.

Though full of the cartoons that populate Lorman’s Instagram, the book resists simply being a pithy ode to the many potholes that exist in the female experience. Lorman writes sensitively about the behaviors that these acts of marginalization often prompt in women, conditioned as we are to make ourselves small. It can get a little uncomfortable when she describes back to you the many ways you’ve taken up the emotional labor for men, but she does so while speaking in the tones of your most sympathetic, self-aware friend. Drawing it all together at the end is an emotionally intelligent and compassionate conclusion to an argument you didn’t even realize that you were reading. The gift of Awards for Good Boys lies in the way it lightly bops you on the head with the clarity you need to see through the madness disguising itself as acceptable.

Funny, intelligent, weary and based on her popular Instagram account, Awards for Good Boys takes a critical look at the men whose actual treatment of women doesn’t quite jibe with the feminist politics they parrot.
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Lisa Taddeo, author of Three Women, tells a story of female pleasure and pain—of three women’s search for sexual fulfillment and the different ways society punished them for achieving it. She spent nearly a decade with these women, embedding herself in their lives to paint an intimate, breathtakingly reported portrait of desire.

Lina is a homemaker and mother in suburban Indiana, languishing in a passionless marriage to a man who won’t even kiss her on the mouth. Starved for affection, she reconnects with an old high school boyfriend and embarks on a life-changing affair. In North Dakota, we meet Maggie, a 17-year-old high school student who begins a romantic relationship with her married English teacher. A few years afterward, with no degree, no career and no dreams to live for, she steps forward with her story—and is met with disbelief by her community and the jury that hears her case. Finally, we meet Sloane, a gorgeous, successful restaurant owner in the Northeast who is happily married to a man who likes to watch her have sex with other men and women. For years, Sloane has been asking herself where her husband’s desire ends and hers begins.

We asked Lisa Taddeo some questions about the reporting process for this provocative, unparalleled book.

 


 

In the book, you talk about how the process of selecting your three subjects was somewhat organic, with some subjects taking themselves out of the running or dropping off for various reasons. Among the three women whom you ultimately wrote about, there’s a fair cross-section represented of socio-economic status. Maggie comes from a working-class family, Lina seems solidly middle class, and Sloane comes from money and is upper class—and it obviously colors their experiences. Was this cross-section intentional?
To an extent, yes, the cross-section was intentional. One of my many hopes for the book was that it would be geographically and socioeconomically and racially variegated. I also wanted there to be a wide range of sexual orientations. I was also still looking for male subjects, in some capacity. One of the first drafts I turned in to my editor had a wide range of subjects, satisfying most, if not all, of that range. But it was these three women whose stories were the most infinitely relatable and also the longest of the segments, because they had given me the most, told me the most. They were the most trenchant and clear and raw. The ways their communities reacted to them were the most indicative of the way society treats the marginalized, the disenfranchised. While the other smaller segments were interesting, they were not anywhere near as powerful as these three final subjects. And it felt that including anything more would have watered down their narratives.

 

One of the best things about the book is that it’s narrative journalism that reads like fiction. There’s rich internal monologue supplied for each woman. Are these detailed, private thoughts things they explicitly spoke to you about? Or were they things you extrapolated from the intimacy of your time together and the things you did talk about?
The depth of the internal monologues came from my asking the same questions multiple times and spending a great deal of time with them. It also came from being open about myself, from rendering myself as vulnerable to them as they were with me.

 

Obviously some considerable intimacy was achieved between you and the women you profiled. Can you talk a little bit about that process of earning their trust?
It was slightly different for each. Maggie was difficult because she had felt so terribly misused by the press in her state. Sloane is a very private person in a small community and was concerned about her reputation and that her children might find out. Overall it was a matter of spending a lot of time with each of them; of making the commitment, in two of the cases, to move into their communities; to assure them of my goals and hopes, that I would not sensationalize their stories but speak their truths in the best way that I could. As I mentioned earlier, I also gave a good deal of myself, when appropriate. I told them my own stories, talked about my own pain and passion. I believe a two-way street is the only honorable way to interview someone about their innermost thoughts.

 

Do you remain in touch with any of the women?
Yes, with all three of them. I hope we will always remain in touch.

 

As I read the book, I found that there were some parts that troubled me. Like the women in the accounts you present, there were aspects of female desire that I hadn’t considered very deeply, and the ones that hewed too close to home left a sense of discomfort. Was that any part of your experience, as you explored this sometimes unexpected territory?
Certainly, at times. Though mostly I felt comforted that others had experienced the same difficulties and tragedies. I felt united by having felt the same sort of passion, of having sacrificed for it.

 

Were you present during any of the events you describe? Or did the bulk of your descriptions come from interviews after the fact?
I was present for a number of them. In the cases when I wasn’t, I would try my best to re-create the milieu of the experience. For example, with Lina, I would often drive to the spot by the river or the clearing where she had just come from seeing Aidan, and I would sit there and take in the smells and sounds of the surroundings. For Maggie’s part, after asking her multiple questions about not just the interlude with the teacher but about everything she saw and heard, I would visit the locations where she had described being with the teacher. I would look at the same things she had described looking at. I would sit in the parking lot where she told me she’d sat, waiting for him, outside the restaurant. I drove through the streets she named. I did the same thing with Sloane’s story.

 

How did you find each of the women who would ultimately make up the narrative of the book?
I was in Medora, North Dakota, checking out a lead about a group of women who were working as waitresses by day and then, at night, being trucked into the local oil fields to have sex with the men who worked there and lived in trailers. In a coffee shop, I read about Maggie’s trial. I called her mother’s house and introduced myself, and the next day I was driving to Fargo.

I found Lina after moving to Indiana, somewhat to be close to the Kinsey Institute but also to get out of New York City, where I felt I was too much inside my own world. Far from where Lina lived but close to where her doctor practiced, I started a women’s discussion group, of which Lina was a part. She was right in the middle of wanting to leave her husband and of embarking on this all-consuming affair with her high school boyfriend.

With the third woman, Sloane, I had already been talking to several other people who lived in her community and had fascinating stories. I began by speaking to those other people first, but then I heard about Sloane through the grapevine. Gossip, mostly.

 

Maggie’s family in particular was extremely traumatized by the events she went through and how much the fallout shook them. Was it difficult to speak to them about subjects that had resulted in so much pain?
Yes, very much so. That was one of the hardest parts.

 

Though one of the women had occasional female partners, the book overwhelmingly focuses on female desire in the male/female dyad. Was this intentional? Or was it simply because of the women who ended up being in the book?
Not at all. It was purely because the final subjects made up the largest and rawest and most revealing segments of the book. Plenty of other subjects (included in the first drafts) covered the wide range of sexual proclivities, genders, races. But ultimately these three were the most comfortable with my presence in their lives at length and across poignant moments. And as a triad woven together, they told the most arresting—individual and yet cohesive—narrative.

 

You began and ended the book with your mother. Tell us a little bit about her and why you made that particular choice.
I thought it was important to give of myself at least 1% of what the subjects in the book gave to me and to the world. I also found, through my research, and as I say in the prologue, that it is most often other women who impress upon each other the most—who can make us feel bad or good about ourselves. Moreover, I found that mothers are such a powerful and lasting force in our lives. Part of the societal-social lexicon has always been the notion of “daddy issues,” which I think is, in and of itself, a very male take on the way a woman walks through the world. With most of the women I spoke with, I found it was, rather, the influence of the mother that weighed the most heavily on their life decisions.

My own mother was very quiet about her past, as I think women have historically felt they needed to be. She was wise and omnipresent but also removed. Her removal—the way that I could never really grasp her beyond what she presented to me—was fascinating and horrifying to me. She had a life in her brain that wasn’t meant for anyone but her. I think women are more reticent to speak of that inner life, those inner fears and desires, and that was something I wanted to show.

 

Did you meet any resistance from the men who were involved in the women’s narratives? To what extent are they aware of their place in the narrative?
I did meet resistance. I tried speaking with most of them. In some cases, the women I was speaking to didn’t want me to speak to the men in their lives. They were worried. I knew that if I pushed on that, I wouldn’t be able to tell the stories of the women.

But that resistance also pushed me into a new clarity, which was that these women’s stories deserved to be heard without echo. I did confirm the facts and feelings of some ancillary subjects of the book, but ultimately I was very satisfied with telling the stories from these women’s perspectives, as though they were writing their own histories.

 

As a woman writing for Esquire (a men’s magazine), did you find that those professional experiences colored the direction of the book?
In the beginning, to the extent that I had been on a male “beat” for a long while, yes. But that quickly changed.

 

With each woman, there were elements of their story left unresolved. How did you decide where to wrap up each thread?
With Maggie I was fairly set that her story would begin with the alleged relationship and stretch through the trial and beyond into the immediate aftermath. It was a clear beginning, middle and end. With Sloane, it was after she told me about certain events that transpired when she was a child, which brought her own realizations about herself to a sort of “conclusion.” Though of course life goes on for all of us, and for these women, I had to find an end for each of them. That said, I remain so very interested in all of their trajectories. I find the way Sloane navigates her life to be very strong and self-assured. Maggie’s trajectory, meanwhile, has changed the most; she is now an incredibly empathic and strong social worker. She has alchemized her pain into being a succor for others. With Lina, I think I could have gone on reporting forever, but I stopped myself because it had been nearly a decade.

 

What do you hope for male and female readers to take from this book?
I hope that all people realize we are all together in this—that hearing about someone’s heartache in depth is, unfortunately, very often the only way to stop condemning them. These three women have had moments of pure passion and of feeling exalted and utterly seen and lusted after and loved; they have, in turn, given up a lot for those moments. They have faced public and private scrutiny. They have been in agony at the hand of their choices but also at the hand of the experiences that were chosen for them, against their will. They were the heroes and the victims of their own stories, which often changed by the hour of the day.

Finally I hope that readers take away the truth that judgment is brutal, that nuance is vital to understanding one another, that we are all afraid, and we shouldn’t project our fears onto someone else’s choices.

 

What are you working on next?
I am thrilled to say that Avid Reader Press is publishing my first novel sometime next year and my collection of stories to follow.

 

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Lisa Taddeo, author of Three Women, tells a story of female pleasure and pain—of three women’s search for sexual fulfillment and the different ways society punished them for achieving it. She spent nearly a decade with these women, embedding herself in their lives to paint an intimate, breathtakingly reported portrait of desire.
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“Kids, far more than adults, tend to ask questions about the body. And if I had to choose just one thing to learn about for the rest of my life, it would be the many adventures of the dead body. So kids are sort of interested in the same things that I’m interested in,” Caitlin Doughty says, laughing. We’re on the phone between Tennessee and Los Angeles on a sunny day—perhaps too sunny, given the content of our discussion—talking about her new book, Will My Cat Eat My Eyeballs?

An author, mortician and death activist, Doughty has filled her third book with answers to questions posed to her by children—who tend to ask, with characteristic bluntness, about the gruesome details that adults won’t. For example, why do we turn colors when we die? Can we give Grandma a Viking funeral? What would happen if you swallowed a bag of popcorn before you die and were cremated? (A cremation machine is three times hotter than the ideal temperature for popping corn, so the kernels would just burn.) 

It’s not that Doughty doesn’t want to answer questions about the afterlife—those aloof, philosophical questions that grown-ups tend to ask. “We just also need education that’s a little more frank and basic than that,” she says. “Sometimes it can feel like we don’t even have the vocabulary to have the more adult conversations about death.”

Doughty begins building that vocabulary—and issues an invitation to join her—in this straightforward but humorous meander through thanatology. A more traditional Q&A book, informed by the distance and politeness of adults, might pose questions like, “What happens during an embalming?” And Doughty, the mortician, would answer. But in our death–phobic society, Doughty believes we can all benefit from children’s deep curiosity about mortality—those “really specific, kind of gory, kind of just great questions about death.” (What would happen if you died on a plane? Do conjoined twins always die at the same time?)

Children won’t know the answers to the questions in Doughty’s book, of course—but most adults won’t either. After all, adults are simply kids “who have long since given up on getting the answers to questions like that.” Therefore, says Doughty, “I’m speaking not only to children but to the adults who never got to have this open conversation about death.”

Engaging in these conversations has been Doughty’s passion throughout much of her adult life. At the age of 22, with a newly minted medieval history degree concentrating on death and culture, she embarked on a bit of an independent personal research project by working at a San Francisco crematorium. The connection was instant.

Doughty went on to become a mortician with her own funeral home, as well as a high-profile death activist with a massive following on YouTube and Instagram. “It was pretty immediate. And this is kind of woo-woo, but as soon as I started, I just knew, ‘Oh, this is what I’m supposed to do. I am supposed to help people understand this and be an advocate for this,’ and that’s what I’ve done every day since then.”

Frustrated by exploitative practices in the commercial funeral industry and what she calls a “culture of silence” surrounding death, Doughty advocates for more transparency in the funeral industry and for practices that better lend themselves to death acceptance in American culture. She explains that our squeamishness about death “has a lot to do with the modernization of culture in general.” It wasn’t until the early 20th century that people started dying in hospitals instead of at home. Around the same time, funeral homes rather than family members started caring for the deceased. The rise of slaughterhouses took the killing of animals away from the home and into a private, secret area at the edge of town. “You used to have all of this death around you all of the time—people dying, dead bodies and wakes, killing animals for food—and all of a sudden, all of that disappeared. You know that’s going to have a profound effect on your culture.”

In Doughty’s first and second books, she pulled back the curtain on the American funeral industry and presented a window into the varied death practices in other countries. Equal parts intrigued by the questions she received from children at her events and bothered by the lack of honesty they had received about the final transition, Doughty set out to provide some facts. “Every time a parent brought a kid to the event and they asked a really good question, I was like, ‘Excellent, we’ll file that away.’”

Boasting answers to “100% ethically sourced (free range organic)” questions from real kids, Doughty covers questions from funeral practices to the biological ins and outs of decomposition with the grace, humor and candor that she feels all people (small ones included) deserve. Providing the younger generations with facts and a language for death gives Doughty hope for how we address death and dying moving forward.

“What I’ve found from working with adults, and I don’t think that kids are any different, is that you fear death less the more that you know,” she says. “So I don’t think that a kid who already has an open mind and already wants to know about decomposition and these harder things is going to think that’s terrifying. They’re going to think that’s cool and interesting.”

 

ALSO IN BOOKPAGE: Read our review of Will My Cat Eat My Eyeballs?

“Kids, far more than adults, tend to ask questions about the body. And if I had to choose just one thing to learn about for the rest of my life, it would be the many adventures of the dead body. So kids are sort of…

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Laura Weir distills all her wisdom about how to be comfortable, contented and snug.


“I’m an 84-year-old granny!” Laura Weir says with a laugh, but if that were true, she’d be the most posh granny you’d ever met. Weir is the editor-in-chief of the London Evening Standard’s weekly magazine, a former senior staffer at British Vogue and the author of Cosy: The British Art of Comfort, a book for anyone who worships at the altar of wool blankets, rain on roofs and noses in books. (And that’s cosy with an s, mind you, as the queen intended.)

Despite her impressive resume, Weir feels like your most engaging and comfortable friend, the one you curl up with on the couch, glass of wine in hand and a movie on the television to half-watch as you laugh and chat into the night. As we settle into our Facetime conversation over the Atlantic, she’s loose-limbed and relaxed, throwing her elbows onto the table in front of her and resting her head on one hand.

“I always thought I was quite lazy, really, and I just liked staying in,” Weir tells me. “But to actually repackage it and reframe it as a cosy sensibility allowed me to draw upon a lot of knowledge that I didn’t know I had.” 


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This propensity toward so-called laziness seems at odds with the outward life of a busy writer and editor. How did someone with days that move as quickly as Weir’s come to write such a charming book about lying around and taking country walks?

“It’s exactly that,” Weir says, leaning in and nodding enthusiastically. “I have such a busy life. But I feel like I’ve always been the queen of cosy. When I’m not working, I’m at home on the sofa or in bed with my cat, just to switch off.” Realizing this might feel familiar to others with hectic lives, Weir wrote a column about this lesser-seen part of her life for the Evening Standard. A book publisher read the column and agreed with Weir, and the rest is warm and candlelit history.

This isn’t the first time the concept of comfort and well-being has moved to the forefront of the world’s consciousness. It would have been difficult to miss the rise of hygge, the Danish equivalent of cosiness that sparked an onslaught of books, candles and Pinterest boards only a few years ago.

Hygge is actually very authentic, and it takes a lot of effort,” Weir says, pondering the differences between the Danish and British ideas of comfort. “Nowadays, hygge has been cultured as very stylish, where I think that the British cosy has an eccentricity to it which is like a patchwork quilt.” She pauses. “And obviously there’s tea.”

“British cosy has an eccentricity to it which is like a patchwork quilt. And obviously there’s tea.”

As any cosy acolyte will attest, tea is a serious thing. “It’s about this idea of having a moment,” Weir says. “We’re all seeking those moments to have a bit of time to ourselves. When you’re making a cup of tea, that’s literally the only time that so many people have to stop, and think, and take a breath.”

Despite her packed hours, Weir is clearly in no mood to make anything in her personal life move any faster. Mentioning that she is in the process of remodeling her kitchen, she shudders at the notion of adding a convenient hot-water tap. “What’s so wrong with filling a kettle?” she says.

One of the largest trends over the last few (politically fraught) years has been, in essence, to retreat back to our dens and wrap ourselves securely in blankets, burrowing away from the outside world—cosiness as anesthetic. “The more turbulent the climate, the more we seek solace in the things that we can control,” Weir says. “Whether you look at the political climate in the U.S. or back in England with Brexit on the horizon, certainly the sentiment moves away from risk-taking and towards wanting reassurance.”

But cosiness isn’t found only in solitude. There’s often a relational quality to it, a desire to share that safe space with the important people in our lives. Weir shares her space with her young daughter, trying to re-create for her the sort of simplified childhood Weir had. “My parents were never preoccupied with what other people thought. They never kept up with the Joneses. My memories are very much just being with my mum and my dad and my sister, camping and going sledging, and there always being a fire on. Probably because we didn’t have central heating!”

Cosiness may seem like a light and frivolous concept, but it offers reprieve from worries about an uncertain future. As Weir so gently reminds us, cosy is being in the moment, enjoying everything that remains precious and beautiful about life and sharing it with people we love.

 

ALSO IN BOOKPAGE: Read our review of Cosy.

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Laura Weir distills all her wisdom about how to be comfortable, contented and snug.
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This one-of-a-kind history traces the partnership between humans and cats back to the foundation of civilization.


When I put Paul Koudounaris on speakerphone, my two cats appear from seemingly nowhere and settle in to listen to the sound of his voice. After a brief chat about the pleasant lack of fleas around his new home in Joshua Tree, California, the author of A Cat’s Tale: A Journey Through Feline History chuckles approvingly when I pause to tell him that I had to move a cat off my notes.

Given that A Cat’s Tale, a record of Felis history from ancient days to the present, is written in the voice of Koudounaris’ talented tabby, Baba, and includes full-color photographs of her in period dress, one could be forgiven for mistaking this book for a piece of coffee table fluff. But Koudounaris boasts real academic cred, with a Ph.D. in art history and a well-known body of work covering charnel houses and ossuaries. The research in his fourth book is therefore substantial, including an impressive bibliography as well as reproductions of line drawings and text from the archives throughout.


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But how did a noted death historian turn to the history of cats? “I had this idea that I wanted to write about pet cemeteries,” he tells me. “I started collecting a massive amount of material to write this pet cemetery book . . . but all the stories about cats really stuck out to me because nobody knows all the incredible things they’ve done.” So his focus began to shift—with a little help from Baba. “At the same time, I’d been working on this photo series with my cat,” he admits, “because, let’s face it. She’s a hell of a model.”

Wearing handmade costumes and doll wigs cut to fit a feline, Baba winningly moves the reader from era to era. During the section on ancient Egypt, Baba balances an elaborate gold headdress as Cleopatra. A portrait of her in Navy dress whites introduces a chapter on seafaring cats. Throughout, her arch narrative voice (cultivated for her by her co-writer) engages readers through anecdotes both entertaining and, at times, tragic. “I think it’s fairly well understood now that [during the witch trials] there was not a war on magic, there was a war on gender,” Koudounaris says of one particularly dark period in our past. “The women who were being accused of witchcraft were always women who fell outside the accepted bounds of society. So it makes sense that cats were being burned as well, because they were gendered feminine, and anything that had to do with the feminine was under attack.” A Cat’s Tale identifies several such moments when cats were intrinsically linked with figures maligned by society, intensifying the interspecies bond.


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After all this work, Koudounaris’ choice to hand his book’s byline over to Baba (who depicts Koudounaris as more of a research assistant in her acknowledgments) speaks to his affection for her. Baba adopted him when he visited a Los Angeles animal shelter, stretching out a paw to snag his pants leg as he passed. It was as if an occult hand had paired the two perfectly, and a one-of-a-kind relationship emerged.

When I ask what makes cat lovers so zealous about their mysterious and fleet-footed companions, Koudounaris waxes thoughtful. “Cats have this special thing that really can’t be replicated in a relationship with any other animal, or even another person. The bond with a cat is really unique and poignant. It’s kind of sublime.” If this statement speaks to your heart, then Koudounaris and Baba have the perfect piece of scholarship for you.

This one-of-a-kind history traces the partnership between humans and cats back to the foundation of civilization.


When I put Paul Koudounaris on speakerphone, my two cats appear from seemingly nowhere and settle in to listen to the sound of his voice. After a…

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The purported author of A Cat’s Tale deigned to answer a few of our most pressing questions about history, feline representation and the importance of wet food.


Baba, while you address your readers in a personal tone, your book is well researched and even, dare I say, a touch academic. Suitably, your byline identifies you as a Very Learned Cat. Where did you come by your credentials?
You're not the only one who has wondered about that credential. I have also. Doesn't it seem redundant to call a cat "very learned"? We all are! Have you ever known of a cat who did not quickly learn how to get what it wants, how to get to where it wants to go, who doesn't slink away into places it's not allowed or expertly hunt small prey without a single lesson? One and all, we cats are outstanding learners. So I don't mind the compliment, but it's unnecessary and I suspect a marketing ploy.

You were assisted on this project by Paul Koudounaris. Would you be willing to tell your readers the story of how you first met Paul?
I had been deposited rather unceremoniously in an animal shelter in Los Angeles. I was but a couple months old and turned in as "unwanted," a ridiculous designation you humans see fit to apply to animals, even though in this day and age you would never consider applying it to another person. I don't mean to complain too loudly, however, because this was not really a plight but more a bump in the path of my destiny running its course. Paul had come in with the intention of taking a different cat. But I explained that it was me he was there to adopt. He at that time had another cat at home, so at night he placed me in a back room with a tall screen over the doorway, lest the other feline and I got into a territorial dispute. I climbed to the top of the screen, forced my way over, jumped down and found him on his bed. He woke to find me curled up in a ball on his chest, and at that point he understood things as I did, that we were meant to be together.


ALSO IN BOOKPAGE: Read our interview with Baba's companion and co-writer, Paul Koudounaris.


If you could share a fillet with any cat from history, whom would you choose, and why?
It's not very feline to share food, you know! I guess you could call it the Law of the Bowl, but we tend to keep our food to ourselves and swat away any that intrude. So to split a fillet would take a very special circumstance indeed. I suppose I might make the sacrifice for one of those dashing sailor cats. Simon, who helped save the HMS Amethyst, was easily the finest naval cat in history. Or Trim, the great navigating cat who mapped Australia with Matthew Flinders and then circumnavigated the world. I would be willing to share with a cat like that, if for no other reason than to hear their tales of derring-do on the high seas. Oh, and both of them are tuxedo cats. Hmm, sounds like I have a type, eh?

As you demonstrate in your book, cats and other animals have swayed many historical events. In these tumultuous times, what can humans learn from the cat community?
That's an excellent question. To speak frankly, you humans are having a hard go of things nowadays, so indeed maybe it's time you looked to us as a model. I can certainly tell you one example feline society could set for you: We are completely devoid of discrimination and prejudice. When it comes to humans, we do not judge the color of skin or social status. And the same is true among ourselves. The decision to like or dislike another cat is based on character and experience rather than coat color, breed or whether they have a pedigree as long as their tail—or no tail at all. To look beyond superficialities is nature's way, and how humans mucked it up so badly, I haven't a clue.

Baba, what is your daily writing practice? Do you have one?
For better or worse (better for me, worse for the reading public), nowadays there isn't much writing to be done. Being an author was never more than a dalliance, and with the book finished I have resumed my original career of simply being a cat. I don't intend to pursue writing further. No more claws dipped in ink or scratch-marked edits for this girl.

"History, as an appreciation of the continuity between past and present, is something that appeals to the feline temperament."

What first sparked your love of feline history?
I think we cats by our nature are more interested in history than humans are. With humans, everything is about progress, the next great step, what you're going to do tomorrow or a year from now. But we cats value tradition. We're pretty resistant to change, if you haven't noticed, and we like being around the same person, staying in the same house, we prefer the same meals, and so on. It doesn't mean we're scaredy cats, afraid of the future—far from it. As the book has pointed out, we can be as bold as we need to be! But in general, I would say that history, as an appreciation of the continuity between past and present, is something that appeals to the feline temperament.

What inspired you to write the story of cats throughout the annals of time?
A fair question, since in my previous answer I discussed history primarily on an individual level. I thought it was time one of us finally spoke up on behalf of the species. It's a different age among humans. You are now soliciting voices that had previously been silenced and seeking enlightenment about what long-overlooked people have accomplished. And I felt, in that spirit, that you might wish to listen to voices beyond your species as well. Perhaps some among you are finally willing give an ear to a mew of feline history.

You appear in period dress throughout the book. Was there a particular outfit that became a favorite?
The devil outfit, without a doubt. I've taken more photos in it than in any other costume; in fact, I may have taken more photos in the devil suit than all the rest of the costumes combined. It's comfortable and has plenty of room for the ears, but there's something more to it. There is a certain effect the devil costume has on people. For instance, my human has taken me to the veterinarian's office wearing it, and with good results, since the vet is put off enough by a cat showing up as the devil that she touches me less and tends to wrap things up quicker.

Would you describe a typical day in the life of Baba?
I wake up between 5 and 6 a.m. I then inform my human that I am awake by attempting to wake him in turn. He will initially ignore me and continue sleeping. This makes the early part of the day the most difficult, since I must continue attempting to wake him, jumping about and crying out, until his resistance is overcome. Only then can I get my breakfast. After this early struggle, the day can proceed in a more decorous fashion. It's false to say, as many humans do, that a cat spends most of the day doing nothing. You tend to count only dramatic events as "somethings," but a cat's attention is drawn to infinite subtleties and small details. A cloud may appear in one part of the sky and moments later move to another. Shadows flit about the floor constantly. From the window, various creatures might be seen, from birds to lizards to other cats. So what to humans appears to be a day of nothing is, to a keen eye, a day filled with endless possibilities and fascinations.

"Cats who prefer wet food are cats who do things with immediacy, those with a zest for life and a love of spontaneity."

Wet or dry?
Wet. There is an immediacy to it. One must eat wet food quickly; to leave it out too long is to risk it spoiling. The choice between wet and dry becomes not so much about food but about attitude. Do you eat the wet, gobble it down and move on to the next adventure, or spend your day nibbling the dry? Cats who prefer wet food are cats who do things with immediacy, those with a zest for life and a love of spontaneity.

 

Baba portraits © Paul Koudounaris

The purported author of A Cat’s Tale deigned to answer a few of our most pressing questions about history, feline representation and the importance of wet food.


Baba, while you address your readers in a personal tone, your book is well researched…

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