Warlock by Jim Harrison

One of the first Jim Harrison books I ever read was Warlock and and remember loving it. In the fall of 1993 I went to Bordeaux as a young wine writer for Wine & Spirits magazine and had dinner at a modest chateau in one of the more modest appellations of the region, Cotes de Bourg or Cotes de Castillon or something like that. I learned two things at that dinner that I have never forgotten. One was that butter leaf lettuce drizzled with olive oil and sprinkled with salt makes a delicious, wine friendly (no vinegar) salad. The other was an introduction to the existence of Jim Harrison, an American writer almost more highly regarded in France than in his home country. “You Americans,” the host–I believe it was Denis Dubourdieu–fairly sneered, “You don’t even know your best writers!”

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