Via a cousin in the logging business, Irving tracked down veterans of an almost Homeric way of life, of feats and feuds in a 'world of accidents' where death stood no more then a torpedoing tree-trunk, a cracking ice-sheet or a bar-room brawl away. 'These men – they didn't just survive a very rough way of life. The drinking, the diet was so self-destructive. Most of them smoked and drank themselves to death if they didn't die in the rivers.' It took effort to find an old-time log-driver alive, alert and literate enough in English to read Irving's manuscript – many in New Hampshire were French-speaking Quebecois. Meanwhile, he unearthed the buried remnants of transient townships on sites where steam-powered logging engines still sit and rot deep in abandoned woods: 'It is like finding the skeleton of a dinosaur.' – from “Cooking Up a Storm: John Irving’s Latest Saga Reveals the Secrets of Authors and Chefs Alike,” by Boyd Tonkin, The Independent