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Reading between the Wines

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Here we have yet another in a growing library of recent books that delve into the heart and soul of wine and ask the Big Questions. Why does wine matter? Why does terroir matter? Who gives a damn about "scoring" wine? Are there universal and absolute measures of "quality," or is a simple and honest bottle of cool, crisp rose, slurped with good ham, ripe melon and a fresh baguette on a hot summer day as "great" in its own way as a bottle of 1990 La Tache, sipped reverently on a grand occasion? Is Robert Parker The Devil, or just a guy with his own quirky palate who has been misunderstood and misused by armies of newbies hungry for easy answers to the questions "what wine should I buy" and "what wine am I supposed to like"?

Terry Theise has got his chops down, no doubt about it. He sure as heck knows German and Austrian wines better than any human I know -- to the extent that his focus on these wines makes portions of this book a bit of a tough sled for a dyed in the wool Burgundy addict like me, and probably for other folks who aren't devoted accolytes of Riesling, Gruner Veltliner, Scheurebe and the like. It would be easier for me to connect with the book were it more focused on the wines, the growers and the land that I do know pretty well, which ain't Germany and Austria.

As others have said here, this is a heartfelt and insightful little book, full of wisdom and witticisms about the making and enjoyment of wine -- wine as an integral part of life and culture, not as an academic exercise, or a competition among Screaming Eagle swilling hedge fund managers who buy and drink by the Parker bible. For all that, Theise is not a Parker basher, like some others. This book attempts to put both ends of the spectrum -- the terroiristes and the Wine Advocates and everyone in-between -- in a healthy perspective. There are turns of phrase and random observations that made me laugh out loud, or stop and think for a long, long time. Flashes of recognition abound.

So why not an unqualified five stars? Well, at times Theise wanders off into flights of psychobabble that are just a tad too much. At other times its just a bit too clever and too cute.

Despite these quibbles and misgivings -- and they are purely my own and may not be there for others -- I strongly recommend that anyone who cares about wine and who spends a good bit of time drinking and pondering it should buy the book and read it with a glass in hand. Short and to the point, it will get your juices flowing and make you think about the fermented grape juice to which quite a few of us devote quite a bit of our time and energy.

Any man who quotes Anaïs Nin in a book about wine automatically gets bonus Gonzo points from me, and if in same said book he's got wordplay with Blue Öyster Cult lyrics, well I develop a crush that tends to sway me to overlook the fact that I needed to keep a dictionary handy while reading his book, because I've simply never had cause to use words like ecumenical or pusillanimous. Terry Theise, iconic importer and rock star wannabe, will be the first to tell you that "there's a lot of lousy prose and shallow thinking out there" in the world of wine writing, but his is as far removed from that sad description as wine writing can possibly get, and I'm thankful for it.

My bookshelves are burdened down with tomes about wine. They're bowed with the weight of books given biblical status for their wealth of information and books that serve as little more than romantic memoirs about wine-soaked lives. But there are very few--in fact only one other I can think of besides this, Nossiter's "Liquid Memory"--that exist as visceral dissertations on what wine does...move us. Theise's new book speaks of wine having the capability of being a portal to the mystic, and his conviction to this end is utterly seductive. There were points when I found myself reading his proselytizing out on my deck well past twilight, sometimes laughing out loud, sometimes nodding in passionate agreement, and other times lost in his candor. It's no small coincidence that Terry describes taking wine-tasting notes as often being obtrusive when you are engaged in what you've just experienced, because I felt the same about trying to take notes while reading this book--"it's like ignoring a rainbow so you can balance your checkbook."

Theise's argument for terroir is impeccable, and one that I imagine would convince even the most hardened New Worlders to bend with the breeze, if only because his argument is sound...logical...clear. He manages to straddle the murky fault line between spirit and substance--between ethos, pathos and logos--and he manages to do it while jibing you about Chateau Bluebols at the same time. I imagine Terry to be the kind of guy that makes you feel like a complete idiot for being lulled into complacency by the gears of the wine industry, and then consoles you as you lick your wounds by offering you a glass of the most delicate, mind-blowing riesling you've ever let pass your lips. For the limited amount of time we have in our lives to imbibe, it begs the question, why drink what doesn't move you? Why drink the enological equivalent of white noise? His rhetoric is both compelling and convincing.

I have but one gripe with Reading Between the Wines and that is its forced linearity for a style of writing that is otherwise so intrinsically organic. It's like taking an e.e. cummings poem, dissecting it and cramming that dissection into an eighth-grade lit class outline. At times, Terry's views were broken down into a sort of laundry list, and that sacrificed some of the book's "naturalness" in my opinion, but that's probably also partly me being a pain in the ass after one too many glasses of nowhere wine. In all honesty, when I read his description of a red Burgundy, "If truffles had orgasms, they might emit this fragrance" I'm nearly certain my schoolgirl crush kicked in, and I probably just started looking for any reason to find flaw with Theise so that the spell would be broken. "Reading Between the Wines" is easily the most passionate, poetic, and necessary book on wine I've ever read, and it ended all way too soon.

Joining Lawrence Osbourne's The Accidental Connoisseur and Matt Kramer's Making Sense of Wine on the thoughtful wine enthusiasts bookshelf, Theise has written a book that is so wholly singular to his point of view, yet so persuasive that he may yet convert thousands to the wonders of small, artisanal wines from around the world, joining the insider cadre that have followed his German, Austrian and grower Champagne import selections and annual catalog-cum-stream of consciousness manifesto.

To be sure, Theise isn't the first to espouse a conviction about the value of Old World wines that are authentic, terroir-based and in possession of a bent toward the transcendental, he's just the first in the last decade to write with enough clarity and generosity of spirit to potentially turn New World agnostics into Old World disciples, connecting with a new generation of wine enthusiasts for whom the lifestyle mavens and old media dogs are as relatable as a narc at a biker rally.

While reading the slim volume, losing myself in the theatre of my mind, I imagine Theise sitting across the table from me in the dining room of an old row house in a hardscrabble town, maybe Cleveland, Pittsburgh, or Upstate NY, somewhere suitably unfashionable, explaining to me his philosophy on wine -- and by proxy -- life. The education is just getting started when Theise says, at the end of the introduction, just pages into the book, "Confected wines are not designed for human beings; they are designed for `consumers.' Which do you want to be?" At this point, he has removed my defenses, punched me in the gut and put his arm around me whispering reassuringly that I am not that big of a jerk, there is still time to see the light; there is hope.

What follows in Reading between the Wines is as thoughtful of a rumination on small wine and the beauty of being human, in all of our fragility, that you are ever likely to find in a wine book.

Making Sense Of Wine

If you even remotely care about wine - read this.

Theise is an importer of wines -Austrian, German and Grower Champagnes.

His book will seriously challenge your relationship with wine.
What he promotes is timeless authenticity in wine. He is overthetop passionate and focused.
So much so that he rails against the New World and the world of engineered wines.
And he makes some very compelling arguments:
It has taken Old World 100's years to get things just right. No way New World can have done that in mere decades.
And the history of Family in the vineyard weighs heavily. Generations literally buried in the slate of the vines.
He seeks moments of clarity and rails against some universal perfection, preferring the flaws to create character.

He proudly stands behind his imports and is a prolific, talented and amusing writer.
Certainly don't always agree but certainly always entertained and most importantly educated.
His book has some fantastic tongue-in-cheek paragraphs on the 100 point system, for example.
And some priceless one-liners that may prove useful at a dinner party.

A tough to put down book for the hardcore wine lover. But may be a bit much for the merely curious.
Makes great gift with outstanding advice for anyone with more than a passing interest in vino.
A book that pays for itself.

This is not your usual wine book that is all about wine regions, appellations, varities, winemakers, etc., though there is some of that. This is a homage to the spiritual, sensual side of wine written passionately and almost reverently. Terry Theise's commitment to his craft shines through and holds your attention. An outspoken critic of the globalization of wine, Theise asks plaintively that in the world of wien there must be room for "the quirky, the angular, the evocative." After reading this book, I suspect you wil agree with him.

This book can be very special for the reader depending on where he is in his exposure to wine. I suspect that some novices will be totally confused about what the author is covering; the wine snob will be equally confused. If you are at a point of discovery of wine, what it truly is and how you should be interacting with it, you will enjoy this book. It is both down to earth and ethereal.

There is a phenomenon in the world where dogs and their owners look alike. I've seen it too many times to deny it. The same has become of Terry Thiese. He has come to resemble the wines he imports. The rieslings and Champagnes seem to be speaking through him and his writing is infinitely affected by his love for the growers and their produce. It took me almost half the book to adjust my mindset and now that I'm almost finished with the book I'm thinking about starting from the beginning as I'm sure I missed his meaning. Thiese's background in teaching is evident in most of the book and I appreciate the fact that he is trying to open a door to people who may not comprehend wine on his level but I'm afraid that can't be taught but instead must be experienced. I hope he writes another book, perhaps in a 'here's how a few of my exceptional days went' theme; I'm ready for more. Fantastic book, Mr. Thiese.

I have long admired Terry Theise's writing in his dissertation-esque catalogs (for those who are unfamiliar with them a number are available for download at: [...]) where he demonstrates an inspired, and refreshingly unromantic engagement with wine and the often esoteric winemakers he represents. In this book Theise provides fantastic exposition on what wine means to the people who have built their lives around it. Even more important though, he creates an approachable road map to the pure-hearted world of wine for those on the periphery. Theise expertly weaves industry insider knowledge, a lifetime of appreciation and nubile excitement into a masterfully short work of prose that only someone who had surrendered decades ago to a faceless and fleeting passion could have produced. Kudos to him for elucidating and reinvigorating a fascination with wine I had long since lost. Thank you Mr. Theise.

Terry Theise has created a classic dissertation on his views as to what makes wines meaningful. The style whilst a little more esoteric than his writings in his annual wine catalogues is still filled with great wit and humour.
Whilst one will probably not agree with every one of his viewpoints one will after reading this book have been stimulated and almost certainly been provoked into a clearer definition of their own viewpoint on the issues broached. I considers it a must read for all keen wine drinkers. I bought a copy for my daughter who isn't yet a real wine fanatic like her father and much to my satisfaction she has found the book most stimulating. She also made the insightful observation that much of Terry's claims for the authenticity and real appeal of wines was almost as equally applicable to food and the sourcing of ingredients. Great job Terry.

The author's obvious preference for German wines gets in the way of something that could be of value. I'm just not sure where that value would lie though. His writing style was unbalanced; trying to be one-of-the-guys while occasionally being so high-brow it verged on insulting. He attempted to make me feel that it is OK to like any particular wine simply because I like the wine, as if the reader needs to have their opinion supported by a wine expert. While I am often intimidated by the overwhelming selection of wines, it doesn't cause me to fell into an apoplectic fit as the text suggests is a seemingly common reaction when people walk into a wine store or when facing a restaurant wine list. Unfortunately I didn't learn anything from the book, other than he likes Riesling.