“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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19 April 2015

LET THIS BE A WARNING TO YOU


photo by Neil Vesma, who tweets wondrously from the Dordogne at @architectfrance  ... you don't strike any signs like that in the Barossa (below), even when you need them in the twilight and there's no roof ... c'mon lads, like get with the safetyness shit ... nah, only joking ... far too many signs already in Australian wine regions ... you'll crash if you try to read them all ... gimme the sensible French minimalism any day ... this photo by Philip White


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