I just finished reading Brad Kessler’s new memoir, Goat Song. It is beautiful: part memoir, part history, part personal reflection. It chronicles the first few years of Kessler’s foray into raising goats in Vermont with his wife and the cheese that was the result.
Lyrical, contemplative, mouthwatering, and enlightening, this book was an absolute treat to read. It touches all the senses: the smell of the meadow, the calling of the goats, the taste of the cheese, the mountain vistas, the feel of fresh curds over fingers. The descriptions are lush and intricate.
Goat Song touches the mind and the heart as well as Kessler explores our roots as herders and his own relationship to the world around him. Mr. Kessler is also the author of Birds in Fall, which I have not yet read.
Mr. Kessler is also the author of Birds in Fall, which I have not yet read. If the writing in Birds in Fall is anything like that of Goat Song, I know I will be enthralled.