Josh Kilmer-Purcell's follow-up book, The Bucolic Plague, is about how he and his partner of nine years (yay! He wasn't stuck with a crackhead boyfriend forever!) started a goat farm in upstate New York. I went to a reading before the book came out and it was more than slightly surreal; Josh's partner Brent patched in through rather patchy video because he was home wrapping some of the 14,000 bars of soap from one of their recent orders. He sounded a little sleep deprived and maybe a tiny bit annoyed.
The newest book is part memoir, part queer relationship guide, part advertisement for family farms. One of my favorite stories starts the book: Josh surprised his partner by the purchase of 88 goats for their farm, and a mother goat giving birth charmed Brent into not being mad at him for the aforementioned purchase. Which makes me think Brent must really be one helluva guy. I grew up in rural Wisconsin and seen a fair amount of animals born and never once did I find it an even remotely charming experience.