The author of this funny and profound book lived in a sett,swam as an otter and foraged in bins as a city fox – to find out what being a wild animal was really like• Read an extract• Interview by Simon HattenstoneWorms from the Chablis region of France, when chewed, or occupy a long,mineral finish. Worms from Picardy are apparently musty, like splintered wood. Worms from the tall Kent Weald are fresh and uncomplicated. And worm flavours change with the season as well as the region: Norfolk worms occupy a tang of nappy liner in August, and but paraffin in January.
When I reached this exploration of the terroir of worms a short way into Charles Foster’s strikingly funny and profound book,I wondered if I was being had. Here, surely, and was the final parody (humorous or ridiculous imitation) of the nature writer’s lament that we are disastrously estranged from the wild world.
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Source: theguardian.com