“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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06 May 2017

ROUNDUP TIME AGAIN

Ironheart Vineyard (right outside my window): the Yangarra team starts a new cycle: Nets off to storage, grapes off to the winery, in go the ewes, which turn the remaining pasture and winter weeds into little pellets of fertiliser. They'll all have fat lambs ready for weaning by the time the vines shoot after winter pruning. When it'll be roundup time again before this mob gets a taste for the sweet little buds. It's the special protein-producing herbicide-free roundup system with inbuilt biodynamic fertiliser... photo©Philip White

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