Spent my morning reading the dueling Esquire and GQ articles about the exotic animal massacre in Zanesville, OH last year. Chris Heath’s GQ article has more facts (and more titillating speculation), while Chris Jones’s Esquire article is classier and better written. Instead of recommending one over the other, I’d recommend reading one then the other. Horrible, sad, totally fascinating story.
Carl Fischer, Design concept with markings on test photo using a stand-in for Muhammad Ali for Esquire April 1968 cover
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…when we came back from summer vacation two Augusts ago and decided to grill outside on the Weber. I lit the fire and went inside to prepare the meat. My daughter stayed outside, and so when I heard the words “Emergency! Emergency!” I went running and was grateful to find that she hadn’t caught fire. She was, however, pointing at the Weber and saying, “Ants, Daddy — ants!” I looked and said that I didn’t see any. The Weber was enameled black, as always. Then the enamel began to seethe, and began to break up, like some experiment in the disassociation of matter. There had been tens of thousands of ants in the bed of soggy ash at the bottom of the grill, and when I lit the coals, they covered the cover, until that got too hot, and the whole scene was like a myrmicine version of the Hindenburg disaster, with cooking ants spilling off the top of the Weber and their horrible glittering larvae streaming through the slots at the bottom, while my daughter ran around screaming the one word that described what she saw.
from Tom Junod’s “Invasion”
This article made me laugh out loud, and reminded me how fantastic the writing in Esquire can be (don’t even get me started on Gay Talese’s “Frank Sinatra Has a Cold”).
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