I I find more joy in a simple glass of wine these days than I ever have. Yet that course correction comes amidst a wee paradox: Except for when I was a graduate student, I’m drinking, on average, the least expensive wine of my life–but it’s not cheap. Do I care less about wine? Or […]
You can read Part I of this essay here. When B. sat down at the piano and made A transparence in which we heard music, made music In which we heard transparent sounds, did he play All sorts of notes? Or did he play only one In an ecstasy of its associates […] –Wallace […]
We tell ourselves stories in order to live. – Joan Didion I’ve been thinking about what to say during the pandemic when someone walks into the shop and asks what wine they should drink with dinner. Something different, I say, as “different” seems to describe most of our lives right now, and I think most […]