In which we’re attacking each other, announcing the end of wine writing, and doing all those other things that we do that no one else especially cares about but that generate comment after comment on wine blogs (though not, of course, on this one, because it’s not really a wine blog – and that's a good thing):
The Hosemaster of Wine, best described as the Wine Curmudgeon on an especially bad day, wrote a very nice bit that I wish I had written:
Much of what bothers me about wine writing is how uncritical it is. I love wine as much as anyone I know, but I also really dislike boring wines, stupid wines, and what I think of as fatuous wines. And there are lots of them. I see them getting 91 points, or A-, or somewhere between 9 and 9.5 (so, 9.23567?) from people with the qualifications of a raccoon.
Which, at last count, had almost four dozen comments in agreement -- an irony I can’t even begin to understand.
Meanwhile, yet another expert – this time, a big deal British wine writer who most Americans have never heard of – announced the death of wine writing. This elicited the usual sort of hand wringing from the wine writing community; how will the world survive? Want to know how? Read the always sensible Mike Dunne’s take:
Very few wine writers ever have made a living with their wine writing alone. For every Robert M. Parker Jr., Jancis Robinson and Eric Asimov, who look to be supporting themselves through their wine writing alone, dozens of other practitioners of the craft, many of them highly influential and every bit as insightful as Parker, Robinson and Asimov, supplement their writing with other gigs, sometimes related to wine, sometimes not. [He] might better have said, ‘This is the way it is, kids, so get used to it.’
And, of course, It didn’t stop organizers from asking for $625 to attend the ninth annual Symposium for Professional Wine Writers at Meadowood Napa Valley.
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