“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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02 April 2015

HOW TO PRESENT A YOUNG SHEEP

Here's the belly ribs of lamb I cooked tonight in a wood oven with a wee bit of  wine-steeped French oak spent in the smoking. The fresh bits were cut from the flap to your left, and laid there just to make you dribble. Beneath, it's all dribbly. With that fresh crisp taste ... photo cooknut wickedness all by Philip White.

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