“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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28 June 2018

IRONHEART SHIRAZ READY TO GO

After harvest, the leaves hung longer than I've seen before, but they eventually fell. Then they put a tractor through with a dodge plough, which loosened the soil to a depth of about 15 cm in a neat row directly beneath the vines. Then the sheep came in and tore all the juicy bits of the weeds from the freshly-opened soil. Next came the barrel-pruner: a tractor-mounted cutter which removes the wildest canes, so the pruners have easier access to the cordons. Then the pruners came. Jeez they're good! They woke me this morning, their quiet chatter replacing the rhythmic munching of the sheep, which have all lambed. Here those good people finish their expert job as the evening chill sets in. All we need now is rain.

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