Title: i hope jay reads these
Product review: listen: irreverence is one thing, but just blundering around with a few dangerous pieces of knowledge, blurting out the same tritenesses about wine is a(whole)nother. mcinerney tries to accomplish with numerous disclaimers the same thing that anthony bourdain so fails to in kitchen confidential; that is, he wants to say "hey, this is just me talking. i don't know much, but i'm irreverent and handy with prose" and so on. it's a losing gambit. the actual nuggets of knowledge in bacchus & me can be summed up as follows: helen turley good, la grande dame good, california chardonnay flabby and overpowering. other than that, i now know that mcinerney has garden parties, wears prada loafers, and has been given a job--writing about wine while learing about it--that many others would gladly kill him for. i was left feeling one thing after reading this book: why not me? good christ, i'd have done a better job.
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