A Rite of Paso reads like it was a collaboration between Dick Tracy, Walt Whitman, Humphrey Bogart, and Truman Capote. With Woody Allen overseeing the plot twists.
Just about every wine book I have has dated itself by honing in on specific vintages, which, years later, are no longer available, making the recommendations irrelevant. In manufacturing they call that planned obsolescence.
What that means is that the past few weeks have seen me immersed neck-deep in California wine. Figuratively speaking, of course.