I don't want to read about the history of rural life.I want to read about the history of people idealizing and romanticising rural life.
Leo Marx - The Machine in the GardenNot quite what you asked for but might be of interest and probably will provide some books more in line with what you want.
wendell berry maybe idek lol
Hey OP, me too. I want to read entertaining books about people fighting over livestock. Unfortunately last time I asked, somebody recommended an insomnia-curing textbook called "The Steel Bonnets: A History of Cattle-raiding along the Scottish Marches" and well, I'd really like a better recommendation this time.
>>25161532>not entranced
>>25161488I almost purchased that book but I'm woefully understudied on literary theory.
>>25161648From what I remember (been years since I read it) only the beginning is dense on the theory, after that is pretty accessible and you can take what you can from the theory aspect and not worry about it. Download it and sample a few random bits, see what you think.
jerome k. jerome's "they and i".>It was the cow that woke me the first morning. I did not know it was our cow—not at the time. I didn’t know we had a cow. I looked at my watch; it was half-past two. I thought maybe she would go to sleep again, but her idea was that the day had begun. I went to the window, the moon was at the full. She was standing by the gate, her head inside the garden; I took it her anxiety was lest we might miss any of it. Her neck was stretched out straight, her eyes towards the sky; which gave to her the appearance of a long-eared alligator. I have never had much to do with cows. I don’t know how you talk to them. I told her to “be quiet,” and to “lie down”; and made pretence to throw a boot at her. It seemed to cheer her, having an audience; she added half a dozen extra notes. I never knew before a cow had so much in her. There is a thing one sometimes meets with in the suburbs—or one used to; I do not know whether it is still extant, but when I was a boy it was quite common. It has a hurdy-gurdy fixed to its waist and a drum strapped on behind, a row of pipes hanging from its face, and bells and clappers from most of its other joints. It plays them all at once, and smiles. This cow reminded me of it—with organ effects added. She didn’t smile; there was that to be said in her favour.