“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

MUSIC FOR DEEP TERROIR

NOTE TO WINEMAKERS: Before making presumptions about terroir, sit on your prospective site and listen to this really loud in a good set of headphones. It is the music of  the New York artist Philip White. This is how rocks talk. If it feels good, research the geology and then the soil which sits like a very thin layer of dandruff on the top. Another little help from the Philip White group. Buy the record; plant the grapes, drink the wine. Better, see?  

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