Puritans may object to his style, but McInerney makes no bones about being a hedonist, and his style seems to me perfectly suited to his subject * Simon Griffith, Mail on Sunday *
Jay McInerney has been laying open the modern American elite for nearly three decades in his fiction, beginning with his acclaimed debut Bright Lights, Big City. In similar fashion, he's also done a very effective job of demystifying viticulture ... sparkling yet robust ... Even if you're teetotal, it's intoxicating * Ben Felsenburg, Metro *
Like the character from the film Sideways McInerney deplores what he calls the ripe, fruity, oaky over-manipulated Frankenwine that has been typical of so much New World production, and loves the subtle yet earthy charm of pinot noir, above all the sublime reds of Burgundy, which he writes about with knowledge, passion and wit * Lewis Jones, Spectator *
He asks good, obvious questions - is it possible to taste minerals in fermented grape juice? ... and answers them unfussily. He skewers biodynamics choosing some of its founder Rudolf Steiner's more out-there pronouncements, and quotes Keats without appearing too affected. He wears his urbanity easily - he describes sliding down a Cornas hillside in Gucci loafers, and casually drops in his friendship with US novelist Bret Eastern Ellis. The impression is of an omnivorous intelligence and a keen wit. I can almost see him shaking cocktails for McLean * Adam Lechmere, Decanter *
Wonderful ... few professional wine writers are also superb writers ... McInerney ... loves wine, and he writes beautifully about it -- Tim Crane * Times Literary Supplement *
