Last summer, I strolled among the booths at the Printers Row Lit Fest in Chicago and stopped at Northwestern Press’s table. A book called Hog Butcher by Ron Fair caught my eye because I love Sandburg’s poem about Chicago from which the phrase originates. But the cover showed the shadow of a basketball player making a slam-dunk, and I’m not much of a sports-book reader. However, when the woman working the booth said, “That’s a classic. We’ve re-issued it. And it’s only $5,” I was sold.
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