“TIGERS THAT EAT PEOPLE,” HOWARD SAID, WHEN I TOLD HIM MY book idea. He was not thrilled. “Oh, that’s just great. Why can’t you stay home and get eaten by your pig?” (We did sometimes wonder whether Chris would eat us. We decided that, given the opportunity—if, for example, one of us suddenly dropped dead into his pen, and if he was hungry—he might. We didn’t hold this against him. He would miss us afterward.)
