“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)





30 December 2013


The fierce Marie Linke called by, full of the excited conversation of an adventurer becoming fluent in the Australian outback.  She brought food and drink, transport and valued company at this warped time.  And she attacked my dishes.  We discussed her Outback photography and the height of kitchen sinks.  She felt they are designed by architects to suit the level best fitting some bloke's ideal Barossa frau.  We agreed that somebody should invent an adjustable height sink/kitchen bench to assist us swayback six-footers.  While Mars cleaned her camera, I took this image of the trippy stuff I saw developing behind her:


Then she walked over to the Yangarra Estate winery, and came back with these:


Marie Linke said...

Oh, how you crack me up! I will forever be blessed that we met, even though I am now exiting the wine industry at a furious roadrunner speed pace:) It was a pleasure, Sir. I feel honoured to call you my friend:)

Sal said...

Bet she had trouble finding the car, though.