“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’
Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”
DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)
After a wet windy week this five-year-old Grenache bushvine got up and boogied the Mantis Dance to celebrate another year of growth in a few inches of sand on solid slab ironstone, just outside my kitchen ... when the leaves blow off across the new sward, lots of bugs come up to the surface, making the magpies very happy ... this poor little struggler's nearly a foot high now, but that twelve-berry bunch it grew obviously did not impress the pickers ... 
all the leaves went in the last three days; the sheep will go in soon to mow that lawn ... and then the pruners will arrive, and expertly slice this poor little bugger back to its trunk ... fairly empty floor at this disco ... but sheesh the flavour's something you never forget ... photo Philip White
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