Monday, August 7, 2017

Parker in the Bardo


The Emperor of Wine was brooding. What had it all been for, he asked himself. The power, the points, the bluster. Now, nearly 70, the body breaking down like En Primeur sales without his scores, collapsing under its own weight, mired in the useless numbers assigned by wine writers with the combined integrity of a pack of hyenas, he was transitioning into a new time in his storied life. Where once the very mention of his name struck fear into every winemaker’s heart, now they felt only ennui. No more Emperor? Ennui go.


Since reading George Saunders' first novel, "Lincoln in the Bardo," I've had this title in my head. I wasn't quite sure what to do with it, but it just wouldn't leave me alone. "Bardo" was an unfamiliar concept to me, except for Brigitte. I take it to mean a place between death and one's next rebirth--which is essentially wine blogging, though no one seems to know it. Anyhow, I finally wrote this piece, which is rather dark and strange and different. Perhaps I'm trying to make sure no one actually misses me around here.

I think it's worth your time. But you'll have to jump over to Tim Atkin's site to read the piece. While you're there, feel free to leave a comment. You can leave one here, but I think the place is deserted.

TIM ATKIN MW

5 comments:

Gallego Red said...

Thank god you can't stop yourself!

edwin Sokoloff said...

You mustn't stop altogether!!!

The HOSEMASTER lives!!!

Aaron said...

The links don't go right to your piece like the used to before when you posted to your Tim Atkin website posts :(

Quizicat said...

How can we miss you if you won't go away?

gabriel jagle said...

did you retire from comedy to start writing tragedy? seems appropriate for 2017