If I had any doubt that localism was gaining traction in the mainstream, it was put to rest by this week’s mail. Day one brought a copy of Plenty, by 100 Mile Dieters Alisa Smith and J.B. MacKinnon; day two saw the arrival of Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, by Barbara Kingsolver with her husband, Steven Hopp, and daughter, Camille Kingsolver. After moving to rural Appalachia–from Tucson, where Kingsolver had lived for the past 25 years–the family set themselves the task of eating a locally produced, seasonal diet for a year. Now, Kingsolver may not be The Secret-level mainstream, but as best-selling lefty/progressive writers go she has built a broad base, tackling illegal immigration, Native American issues, the 1983 Arizona miners’ strike, the Congolese fight for independence, and so forth in her novels and nonfiction. Now she’s throwing herself into locavorism and, having read ten pages or so, I’m heartened but a little leery. Just how many more narratives can we look forward to on the joys of butchering your own poultry?