Some notes on style drift

15 December 2017

[Working journal while I continue to obsessively assemble a project of dubious interest & limited appeal.]

A consequence of this taking so long, aside from a certain loss of momentum around the holidays, is a perceptible shift in style that I’ve been thinking about recently.

The original literal wine list was supposed to be shorter, in general, and snappier; more along Thunder Mountain Chardonnay lines. In my head I’d always pictured an imaginary audience of my Midwestern countrymen (& relatives), who look for something on a wine list that reads like Frog’s Leap Merlot—varietally labelled, an eye-catching cute brand name (and by the way I’m throwing no shade at Frog’s Leap, it’s a pioneer of organics in Napa, I’m just saying)rather than, say, Vieux Château Certan Pomerol, which, what even is the grape? how do I pronounce this? fancy foreign things are suspicious they have the ring of the gilded and meretricious to them

(By the way, I say ‘Midwest’ not to indulge in regional stereotyping but because a) I’m from there, and I’ve see this play out, and b) in a market like New York, people have been cultivating east-facing Francophilia in their fine dining for decades and there’s a lot more aspirational ‘I know what Pomerol is’ going on.)

So initially some rules in my head that I’ve since thrown out were: don’t literalize international grape varieties (keep it chardonnay, riesling, cabernet franc); Americanize all first names (Cathy & Peter “Cabernet Franc” for Catherine et Pierre Breton); be happy with cool-sounding nonsense (Jurassic Cream, which does sound awesome, mostly because dinosaurs).

Against that would be what I’ll call the Atlas of True Names tendency, baroque sonorous Tolkeinisms (Pearls of the White Mountain, Valley of the Moon) that reach their peak with chenin rendered as the Plant of the Place of the People of the Place. Which still delights me.

As it got longer, though, and especially after I started writing little notes to keep track of all of the snap decisions I was making & the sources I was using (notes that may interest most people more than the ostensible project itself), things…changed. One thing I noticed myself doing was editorializing a little bit more. The last name Lafarge, literally “The Forge”, is a metonymic surname for blacksmith, so I rendered it Man from the Forge. For some reason I decided in the moment to render the Meursault vineyard Les Perrières, literally “The Quarry”, into the more explanatory So Much Limestone It’s Like A Quarry. Rather than call pinot noir “Black Pinecone”, it gets the longer notation, Cone-Shaped Clusters, Black.

I’m pretty sure at the outset of all of this I said specifically this wasn’t supposed to be an educational gloss. And it probably still isn’t! But I think I just got bored with the idea of stringing a bunch of nonsense words together. When it works, it works, but when it doesn’t… Barley Field Great Renown “Pinecone” Moon Valley is nobody’s idea of a good time.

If you had asked me when I started doing this whether I was planning to basically reenact the entire discourse in translation around the benefits and limits of literalism I would not have said yes, but here we are, learning the lesson the hard way.

 

J.b. becker

6 December 2017

[Working journal while I continue to obsessively assemble a project of dubious interest & limited appeal. Previously: the round one, the people of the place, wines of mind + spirit, sparkling wines of mind + spirit, Gauls, the reason why.]

Let’s take a detour into riesling, undoubtably one of the world’s greatest white wine grapes (right up there with chenin).

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Prévost, chartogne-taillet

30 November 2017

[Working journal while I continue to obsessively assemble a project of dubious interest & limited appeal. Previously: Greeks, chenin on schist, chenin on limestone, Champagne tribals, Thunder Mountain Chardonnay.]

A blurry picture of a great map of Champagne.

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Gallic tribes

25 November 2017

[Working journal while I continue to obsessively assemble a project of dubious interest & limited appeal. Previously: a love letter to chenin, a tribute to a Greek, another love letter to chenin, and the introduction.]

Source: I am not above using French wikipedia.

Patterns emerge when you start looking up toponymies. (I learned the word ‘toponymy’ today!) California placenames from native languages, for example. In France, everything goes back to the Romans & the Gauls; you do a lot of, “old Gallic tribal land again“? (If it’s not that, it’s probably a reference to a Roman fort town—Saumur, say, or Meursault, with mur or murus referring to walls: Saumur, the fort on the marshlands.) So west to east in the Loire there’s Nantes, Anjou, and Touraine, and in Champagne, Reims…

Most of these folks get their first print mention in Caesar’s Commentaries on the Gallic War. The Andecavi, like we talked about, are the People of the Place, although honesty compells me to admit the existence of other etymologies (I do not think “cave people” is more likely, for the record). The Turones owe their name to turo (inflated, strong), the Namnetes, to the root *nant- (river, stream). People of the place, strong ones, people of the river.

The Remi, for whom Reims is named, translate to the very Song of Fire & Ice–sounding ethnonym “the first ones”, probably because when other Belgic peoples showed up they were already there.

A totally uncited sentence in English-language wikipedia claims they “were known to be a rather overweight tribe because of their vast supply of food available on the Champagne Plain. In fact, being obese was an honor in the Remi tribe.” I am not sure I believe this, and I can’t find anybody else who does. If there is solid scholarly evidence for them being fat, though, I’ll be delighted.

Other than obesity, they were notable for the enthusiasm of their collaboration with the Romans. Until it was renamed in their honor, their stronghold at Reims was Durocorteron, the round fortress. Their worship, as across Gaul, had an affinity for triplets: a three-faced god & the three mothers (the Matronae). Also lots of bulls & horses.

Next time: As long as we’re in Reims, let’s do all of Champagne! This will definitely not take me longer than I think.

 

Hatzidakis

14 November 2017

 [Working journal while I continue to obsessively assemble a project of dubious interest & limited appeal. PreviouslyPreviously. Previously.]

hatzidakis

[Link to Levi’s post]
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Literal wine list

13 November 2017

[in progress]

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Huet

13 November 2017

[Working journal while I continue to obsessively assemble a project of dubious interest & limited appeal.]

Huet

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