A couple of month’s ago, McSweeney’s came out with Yeti Researcher: The Magazine of the Society for Cryptic Hominid Investigation, which they included in the highly unusual and wickedly amusing“junk mail” packaging of the latest issue. This week, Tony Earley has a story in The New Yorker entitled The Cryptozoologist. While I loved Earley’s story collection, Here We Are in Paradise, I must admit I am at a loss when it comes to the recent literary Bigfoot craze. Yeti, that staple of 70s “documentary” television, seems to have become a favored topic for a wide array of writers. But then again, maybe I’m an anti-Yetite, and everyone else is onto some dramatically meaningful subtext within the Yeti genre. Please advise.