“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)


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09 April 2016

BIG BOB McLEAN: ONE YEAR DEAD

It's a year today since the death of Wee Rab, a dear friend for most of my life in the wine business. I took this photograph the last time we lunched together. He loved the big tomato pizza at Roaring Fordies. He was dying of liver cancer. His last press release is here. My obituary is here. Wilma is selling all the batches of wine he left, which includes many rare lovelies; I'll put the details up in the next few days. Here we are at in their Barr Eden winery, doing the giant metwurst limbo at Wilma's birthday. Willie got under real smooth. Riesling intact ... top photo©Philip White, this one ©Milton Wordley


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