“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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07 March 2012

REMEMBERING THE GREAT ZUCCHINI BIRD



photos Philip White

6 comments:

Sal said...

"like"

Philip White said...

You can see the little marks where it's been.

Sal said...

If your eyes are open. And you know where to look.

Philip White said...

I wonder if these photographs are about whatever people mean when they speak of wines of texture.

Sal said...

Indeed. And, dare one whisper the dread word, 'minerality' ... The photos suggest some taste, or introduction.

Philip White said...

" ... when drawne, the birde gave forth no gizzard ... " The Great Zucchini Bird lacked FLESH if these snaps say truth.