Sublime

We only ever got pigs’ blood. This wasn’t because it was the only type of animal blood the butcher had. ‘Pigs are dirty,’ my mum said once. ‘It’s what your body deserves.’ But it turns out that pigs aren’t naturally dirty. Rather, humans keep pigs in dirty conditions, feeding them rotten vegetables, letting the mud in their too-small pens mix with

Not that food which entereth into the mouth defileth a man, but the appetite with which it is eaten. It is neither the quality nor the quantity, but the devotion to sensual savors; when that which is eaten is not a viand to sustain our animal, or inspire our spiritual life, but food for the worms that possess us.

Évoquer la première génération d’immigrés africains en disant qu’ils mangeaient tout ce qu’on leur donnait, c’est une manière de renvoyer leurs descendants à la docilité – inventée de toutes pièces – de leurs parents : ils doivent arrêter de faire des histoires. Et s’ils posent la question pourtant essentielle – universelle – du bien manger, ils se