Mar 022016
 

Liquorature #078 – “Gulliver’s Travels” (Jonathan Swift)Gulliver

Date:  November 27th, 2015

Host:  Scott (aka Ginger Buddha)

Whisky:  A.D. Rattray Strathmill 22 y.o. Cask #10310, Edradour SFTC Chateauneuf du Pape 13 y.o., Signatory Bowmore 1985 25 y.o. Cask #32211, Compass Box Peat Monster Cask Strength

 

Every one of us wanted to kick Ginger in the balls for this pick when he sprung it on us so many months back.  Most of the guys out of sheer uninformed (but speculative) dread.  Me, at least, out of a grounded and informed dread, as it was one I’d read in lit classes years back.  Alas, selections like this are the very reason this club exists.  Not a lot of ‘average joes’ out there will ever casually pick up a copy of ‘Gulliver’s Travels’ and thumb their way from page one through to the last written word.  It would be interesting to check suicide rates among those that have read it.  With the club, though, we are here to push one another.  Perhaps down a flight of stairs, in this case.

We started the evening’s discussion, sipping a 22 year old Strathmill, I might add, with a consensus to tar and feather our host before we called it a night.  Without exception, everyone in the collective found this book a tiresome, tedious, over-fucked and ridiculously dated piece of satirical meandering.  What happened as we discussed, however, was one of the most interesting Liquorature developments to date.  I had done a load of research before coming into this evening’s gathering, figuring that a bit of historical context might help the gang see this for what it was.  Or what it was meant to be anyway.

From 2016’s far-removed vantage, much of what made ‘Gulliver’s Travels’ a contentious and dangerous piece of work at the time is lost on us.  Let’s not forget, ‘Gulliver’ was originally published anonymously.  Trying to suspend our preconceptions and placing ourselves in the political, religious, educational and socio-economic clime, however, takes this novel into entirely new realms.  I think by the time we were done our discussion on topical subject matter everyone’s appreciation for Swift’s cynical and rapier-sharp societal gutting was multiplied twofold.  Granted, they all still hated the experience of having to masochistically plow through it.  In short…”Ahhh…I get it now.  Still hate you for making me read it.”

By way of peace offering, Scotty, our ginger-headed host, offered up the afore-mentioned single cask Strathmill, a unique wine-finished Edradour that was a throwback to Liquorature’s younger years, a stunning 1985 Bowmore at the quarter century mark and finally a magnum of Compass Box’s Peat Monster Cask Strength.  All right, Ginger…you’re off the hook.  For now.

All in all, it turned out to be a great night of chatter and beverages.  I think we all learned a little bit about preconceptions and as clichéd as it may sound ‘judging a book by it’s cover’.

Thanks for a great night, Buddha.  Fun one.

Random notes:  A new addition (Eric joining us) … “literary waterboarding” … “Holy fuck!” (Bauer) … Brobdignagian dildo … “Didn’t even get a chance to catch her at the back door” (Steve)

 

– Curt

Jan 282016
 

Liquorature Gathering #050 – “Moby Dick” (Herman Melville)Moby-Dick

Date:  March, 2013

Host:  Curt

Whisky:  Ardbeg Galileo, Bowmore Laimrig 15 y.o., Glenfarclas 21 y.o., Aberlour a’bunadh (Batch 37), Connemara

Rum:  Plantation 5 y.o.

 

Tonight I made enemies.  On a grand scale.  Few books have caused as much animosity and bellyaching amongst the Liquorature collective as Melville’s masterpiece ‘Moby Dick’.  ‘Catcher In The Rye’ had us ready to tar and feather Salinger (coincidentally on the day of his death), while ‘Looking Backward’s’ condescending puerile drivel had a couple of us ready to turn all those thousands of words into so much toilet paper.  But this massive and daunting recounting of the hunt for the white whale, in all its Victorian charm, had the united members of the group on the verge of mutiny.

So who was the sadistic bastard who subjected the boys to such a literary flogging?  Yep.  Yours truly.

Here’s the deal…’Moby Dick’ is one of the greatest novels ever written.  I can’t even look at that as a subjective statement.  In all my bias I simply can’t wrap my head around this being any less than fact.  I adore this tale.  And I unequivocally love the execution.  The chapters on cetology and all extraneous bolt-ons to the story proper only serve to sink us deeper and deeper beneath the crushing weight of the oceans Melville paints for us.  Isn’t that what we want in good literature?  The immersive experience?  I’ve read through this book a couple of times now, and as I type this I am honestly contemplating another go-round.  In fact…with weeks to go until the next gathering, I think I may pick this up tonight.

So…reception wasn’t great this time around.  So be it.  The criticisms were many, but there was some appreciation as well.  Granted most of that was simply that the whole experience was behind us, but so be it.

We had our occasional member, Maltmonster, sit in for this one, and spent the evening in heated conversation, drowning our livers in Ardbeg, Bowmore, Glenfarclas and Aberlour.  We even deigned to put out a little Irish juice for our genetically-challenged friend.  It was the briny Ardbeg and Bowmore, however, that really suited the experience, reeking of oceanic influence as they do. And the sounds of Ahab’s ‘Call Of The Wretched Sea’ album provided a doomy backdrop to the whole affair.  Memorable and atmospheric.  Loved it.

Randoms:  “Fuck thee”…”Poor Pip”…”He brought the A-Team”…”…And that was a whole chapter”…”Hung with harpoons” …an Irish guest.

NB: Exiled rum-junkie Lance did a really good write up of the novel while in sandland.

– Curt

Jan 282016
 

Liquorature Gathering #048 – “A Fine Balance” (Rohinton Mistry)A_Fine_Balance

Date:  January, 2013

Host:  Jay

Whisky:  BB&R Berry’s Own 1989 Mortlach, Adelphi Bowmore 10 y.o.

Rum:  Dictador 20 y.o.

 

The start of year five for the Liquorature collective.  Wow.  Who’d have thought.  The book selections have been all over the map and that, of course, is exactly why we do this.  One member, though, has consistently managed to toss out book choices that leave us all scratching our heads.  Not because they’re illogical or anything, but because they seem to come so far out of left field for his character.  Or maybe they don’t and I’m simply projecting.

When Jay announced Rohinton Mistry’s ‘A Fine Balance’ as his pick to kick off 2013 I was over the moon.  This book had sat on my shelf unread for years, originally, I think, having belonged to my ex-girlfriend.  I’d often debated picking it up, but there always seemed to be another at the head of the queue.  This was just the motivation I needed – as is often the case with Liquorature – to finally start flipping pages on this ‘always a bridesmaid’ book.

‘A Fine Balance’ is one of those rare experiences in literature.  It’s more than a novel.  It’s an experience.  An immersive cultural initiation and awakening.  More than that, it is an utterly breathtaking story.  While seemingly simple on the surface, its layers and intricate truths are a stunning microcosm of the ‘human condition’ (a cheat, I know, but read it and tell me you don’t see a reflection of all facets of humanity and the inevitable futilities and questionings that come with it).  I can’t express it any better than to say Mistry completely knocked the legs out from under me, leaving me drained, damp-eyed…and entirely in love with every word he’d written.  Unquestionably one of the best books I’ve ever read.

We sipped well this eve, while universally praising this one.  A brilliant meaty old Mortlach was the spark, before a beastly young Bowmore erupted like fire in our bellies.  Both great offerings.  Those inclined to the more syrupy side of things were also drawn to a 20 year old Dictador rum.  Blech.  Not for this guy.

Thanks, Jay.  Brilliant experience from front to back.  Thanks for bringing this one to the club.

Randoms:  “Spook quote”…”Oprah’s army of white people”…”Where do you launder?”…”Collar and counting”…Indian food from “A Taste Of India”

 

– Curt

Jul 032015
 

Liquorature #070 – “‘Salem’s Lot” (Stephen King)Salem's Lot

Date:  April 3rd, 2015

Host:  Bauer

Whisky:  Ardbeg Supernova 2014, Bowmore 15 y.o. Cask #800040 (Wilson & Morgan), Glen Moray 24 y.o. Cask #1350 (Duncan Taylor)

 

Atta boy, Bauer.  Bringing a little bit of grit back into the club with some ’70s styled horror.  Nasty verminous, dirty vampires.  The way vampires were intended to be.  I make no bones about the fact that this is one of my favorite books of all time.  That comes back to much more than just the story itself.  There are some beautiful examples of small town imagery here that resonate like harmonics played on an old dinged up Guild.  Images of creeping sunsets, autumnal eves in porch swings and sleepy, unsettling townie life.  I’ve experienced this.  Takes me back many, many years, but once you’ve lived this way it simply never leaves you.  Now tack on the dark and despairing sense of dread that hovers suffocatingly over this book and you have an absolute recipe for one of the all time great timeless chillers.  I came into this one absolutely certain that everyone would have similar feelings.  And if they didn’t…well…by the end of the night they would.

Errr…maybe not so much.  Seems this one was generally enjoyed by all, but only one or two felt even close to as taken in by this one as I did.  Not sure whether that speaks more to their tastes or mine.  Hmmm.  Irrespective, there was an appreciation for setting, dialogue and King’s mastery of the craft.  The impact of dread may not have hit everyone, but the writing itself was not the focus of critique.  Interestingly enough, there were a few in our crew who admitting to being more drawn to Anne Rice’s preternatural homoerotic gothic stylings than the vampire-as-vermin approach.  I don’t mind Anne Rice (in fact, I rather enjoy her writing), but my undead don’t wear velvet.  Just sayin’.

With some serious life changes on the way, Bauer shared some incredible news with the gang this eve.  Let’s just say it means more sleepless nights, someone new in the house to share his love of toys and rhymes with ‘maybe’.  Congrats, buddy.  You’ll be an amazing dad.  Can’t wait to be a part of this.  Additionally, this will have been our last Liquorature gathering at this pad, as a new home was just over the horizon.  Married in January…baby on the way…new home.  Big year.  Love to see my mates doing well.

All in all, a great night full of good whisky (especially that Supernova!) and even better company.  Now…back to the grave.

Random Notes:  “we needed a couple more ‘oy vey’s’ … ‘a sneeze in this proximity wins all the food’ … ‘atta boy, blue!’ … the announcement … Chris’s impromptu neutering courtesy of Captain Awesome.

Until next…

 – Curt

Oct 062014
 

Liquorature #064 – “Star Maker” (Olaf Stapledon)Star Maker

Date:  September 26th, 2014

Host:  Curt

Whisky:  Glenlivet Nadurra (Batch 0712U), Aberlour a’bunadh (Batch 47), Bowmore Laimrig 15 y.o. (Batch 3), Laphroaig Cairdeas 2014, Ardbeg Uigeadail

 

Damn, it feels good to be back in the saddle again. Laying Liquorature to rest was like putting down a much loved dog. Unfortunately, it had to be done. The details of what transpired leading up to both the demise and subsequent Lazarus act of the club are sort of an ‘internal-to-club-members-only’ type of discussion, but suffice it to say that we are better off for it.  From the ashes, the phoenix, and all that.  This new incarnation of the club is a little different in make-up and, already, approach.  I can only say I’m happy and relieved to have things back to what we’d initially aimed for.

Part of the mandate of the new Liquorature is to be open to the idea of guest sit-ins.  These occasional (but hopefully frequent) visitors are still subject to all of the Liquorature protocols, of course (i.e. reading the book, paying in dues, coming prepared to talk, drinking from the skull, etc).  For “Star Maker” I had asked a mate of mine, Dan, from one of my other ventures (The Dram Initiative Whisky Club) to join us.  He was kind enough to oblige.  Thanks, Dan!

While some things have changed, others have been held to tradition.  These nights generally start with a wee monologue by the host, who is responsible for sharing some insight as to the drams on hand, the rationale for book selection and a few thoughts to lead in the conversation.  Without spilling club secrets, that’s exactly what happened on this eve.

And the overall reception to the book? Hmmm…lukewarm, I guess. The ideas within its pages were beyond scale and light years ahead of their time, but the literary merits were something contentious, to say the least. Put simply, this was an utterly exhausting read. The irony is that C.S. Lewis, a contemporary of Stapledon, at one point referred to him as a ‘corking good writer’. Having said that, if you’ve ever read Lewis’s “Mere Christianity” (and recognized it for the absolute load of monkey shit that it is), you’ll realize that that isn’t much of a compliment after all. There were a few early comparisons made by members to Edward Bellamy’s “Looking Backward” too, but those parallels were more in relation to the dry nature of the writing style and not to the content itself. I should also take a moment to note that “Looking Backward” was at least as much monkey shit as “Mere Christianity”.

“Star Maker” is a book lacking in any sort of true character voice or development.  It is paper-thin in terms of actual ‘plot’.  And it is utterly utilitarian, I’d argue, when it comes to analysis of prose and poetics. Somehow though, for all of these apparent ‘failings’, it still ‘works’. There was a slow build leading to a decent climax wherein the narrator does indeed encounter the titular ‘star maker’.  This scene, and many others, were quite well-received, but it seemded to be the creativity of alien worlds and hitoric parralels that incited the most discussion.  In the end, several of us came away with a fairly positive spin we could associate with this one.

A book as metaphysically massive and all encompassing as ‘Star Maker’ deserves a range of whiskies just as big, no? A series of cask strength monoliths towered over the event and served as social lubricant. We revisited some old favorites, albeit in more contemporary iterations, and test drove a rather sexy Laphroaig Cairdeas. ‘Cairdeas’ is Gaelic for ‘friendship’, so what better audience and occasion to open such a bottle than with the Liquorature brethren? And finally, in a loose tie to the thematic elements of the novel, it just made sense to finish the ‘tasting’ side of things with a dram of the teeth shatteringly explosive Ardbeg Supernova. We walked through these malts in the order listed in the header above, but after that, as with all Liquorature gatherings, it was just sort of free-for-all run on the open bottles (and whatever else was around).

In other chat…sigh…there were far too many Roddenbury references and mentions of Star Trek blech.  Those that know me, know that I detest Star Trek like nothing else.  I’ve given the guys a two month pass however, seeing as how we’re firmy entrenched in sci-fi Trekkie country with our first two selections since returning from hiatus. After this grace period ends, however, punishment by way of forced consumption of Johnnie Walker Red will be levied on any members who make reference to Star Trek, professional wrestling or Mandingo’s…ummm…gift. Said bottle of JW Red will travel with me from meeting to meeting starting in November.

Sincere thanks to all members in attendance for making this another one to remember, and again to Dan for coming out.  I look forward to many more years of making memories with all.

Until next…

 

– Curt

Aug 252013
 

Liquorature Gathering #041 – “Cell” (Stephen King)Cell

Date:  June, 2012

Host:  Curt

Whisky:  Macallan Cask Strength, Laphroaig 18 y.o., ADR Bowmore 15 y.o., Sheep Dip 1990 Old Hebridean, Octomore Orpheus, SMWS 33.114 ‘Sweet Versus Savoury’, Auchentoshan Valinch 2011

Rum:  Ron de Jeremy

 

Aww, man.  Theme nights.  So much win and so much fail.  The best laid plans of mice and men, and all that…

So…after a helluva night for ‘The Wicker Man’, I was hoping to ratchet it up again here for this one.  What subject could possibly allow more thematic fun than zombies?  Nothing!  And trust me…there was play a’plenty.  And therein lies the problem.  Too many distractions.

Two little bits of contest fun were set up to get the night rolling.  First up…a ‘Cell’ quiz.  Come on, lads…do you actually pay attention when you read these books or just gloss over and pray for the end?  The way it went down:  all the guys settled in with pen and paper and had to answer 20 questions related to the book.  Jay was running a bit late and showed up about halfway through quiz time.  He picked up his ‘homework’…scribbled for a few seconds…and got more right than any of the others.  WTF?!  Winner number 1.

Contest two…Ahhh…the fun stuff.  How do you take down a zombie?  Why, a head shot of course!  The walls were liberally plastered in decaying zombie heads (one from Zombi, one from NotLD, one from TWD, a wrestling zombie and a Spock zombie).  Each of the guys had to take a turn with dart guns (pistol and rifle) taking out the brain.  Tense, tense sh*t, I tells ya.  In the end, though…Chris took top honors as marksman.  I’ll be calling him when the inevitable zombie apocalypse gets rolling.

Now…the winners were brought out back to find two graves laid out under the deck, and told to pick one each.  Beneath each headstone was a bloody sheet-wrapped ‘corpse’ containing something cool.  The details…hmm…for club members only.

Maltmonster joined us again this eve as a guest, in what is becoming sort of an honorary Liquorature membership for nights I host.  Always fun…always one to contribute to the inebriation and to the evening’s humor…and a guy who freaking loves the thematic theatrics.  Couldn’t ask for a better contributor.

For edibles I tossed some carcass on the grill.  Couldn’t have a zombie night without gnawing the meat off the bone, could we now?

Whiskies on offer this eve?  Well…there were a lot of ‘em.  See the notes above for the full outlay.  Variety is the spice of life.

And the rum?  Well…depending on your take, we either took it up a notch this eve or sunk to rock bottom.  Ron de Jeremy.  That’s right.  A rum named for the king o’ swing, The Hedgehog, himself!

Randoms:  Barry sitting in … Lester or the atheist … Shooting contest … quiz … “The premise was pretty cute” – Barry … “Of course you did, you f*cking idiot, you’re in a Stephen King book!” – Clint … Pick your apocalypse … Buckteeth … “Actually have a part…in nine parts”.

 

– Curt

Aug 252013
 

Liquorature Gathering #039 – “1Q84” (Haruki Murakami)1Q84

Date:  April, 2012

Host:  Chris

Whisky:  Amrut Portonova, Tomintoul 12 Oloroso, Bowmore Tempest Batch 3

Rum:  Mekong

 

Oh, man, am I behind in these things.  Worse still…I’m about to start knocking them off out of order.  As inspiration strikes…not as desperation demands.  Apologies to those faithful readers (all two of you) who have been anxiously awaiting word on what the Literate Gang has been up to.

This evening, under the guiding hand of our host, Chris, turned into quite a ‘do’.  For starters, Chris’s mate Lorenzo joined us this eve as one of our Occasional Travelers.  Always fun to have the injection of a new perspective and the associated pressure to perform.  Come on…of course we wanna show off our little enterprise as something rather more than the pedestrian tripe that most of the populace find themselves surrounded by.  Check the egos?  Bah!

Days earlier Chris got hold of me looking for a bit of help picking a few malts to offer up.  Our little man-date took us to Willow Park Wines & Spirits, where we spent the better part of half an hour shuffling up and down the looooooong wall of whisky and weighing this against that.  Credit all to Chris, I was only there providing some background on some of the malts he was less familiar with.  In the end he went with a Tomintoul 12 Oloroso, a Bowmore Tempest (for those dirty peaters in our midst) and the absolutely stunning Amrut Portonova.  This last was a showstopper.  Everyone in attendance was bowled over by this one.  An absolutely mind-melting bucket of rich and luscious fruit notes and exotic spices.  Needless to say, even at ~60% abv, this was the first to go.  The others…well…not long behind.

And for those who needed still a little more sweetness than that offered up by the Portonova and Tom12?  A rum by the handle of Mekong.  I’ll let Lance speak to this one, as to be fair…I steered clear.  (Why reach for rum with an Amrut this great at the ready?)

Though I don’t remember being too uncomfortable, the heat in Chris’s place must have been stifling.  The rate of evaporation on the whiskies was simply astounding.  In fact, I think we were desert dry by the evening’s end.  Always the magnanimous host, Chris pulled out a couple from his personal stores.  A 21 year old Glenfarclas ended up being a brilliant nightcap.

And as to the book?

A whole helluva pile of fun really.  Though maybe not in the conventional sense.  Damn!  What a cheeky little tale this was.  I simply refuse to try to dumb it down for you here in a few words or less.  Personally, I’ll go on a limb here and highly recommend this one.  I can promise that even if you don’t like it, per se, you’ll certainly not have read anything even remotely similar to this one.  1Q84 was our first go at a Japanese author, though hopefully not our last.  It certainly took us into an immersive new world that seemed completely at odds with our own, and the surreal aspect kept a few of us tottering between adoration and utter what-the-f*ck?

Interestingly enough, Lorenzo is a huge Murakami fan.  If Chris was at all fence-sitting as to whether or not to invite his mate to join us, this must have been the icing on the cake.  Lorenzo’s insight and input this eve were invaluable and absolutely welcome.  And what does one do when the night wears on into the small hours?  Why, get a little shut eye, of course.  Lorenzo’s Houdini act and subsequent catnap-atop-the-washing machine will go down in the annals as one of Liquorature’s all time funniest happenings.

All in all…one of my favorite gatherings to date.

The randoms:

“I clearly thought she wanted me” … “I’d like to shake your head” … intel-lush-uals … “I want to sleep with her actually” … napping on the washer and dryer … “and suddenly…a dog explodes!” … “yep!  I’m here”…Lorenzo sitting in.

 

 

 

– Curt

Aug 232013
 

Liquorature Gathering #026 – “Neuromancer” (William Gibson)

Date:  March, 2011

Host – Clint

Whisky:  Bunnahabhain 18, Macallan Cask Strength, Isle of Arran Machrie Moor, Port Ellen 9th Release*, Signatory Springbank 1969*, Brora 30 y.o.*, ADR Bowmore 15 y.o.*, Jamesons Rarest Vintage*, Laphroaig 25 y.o. Cask Strength*, Tullibardine 1966*

Rum:  Flor de Cana 12

 

Poor Ostby.  The lad gets taken to task for his book choices far more than the rest of the crew.  For some reason his selections either incite vigorous polarization or overwhelming disgust.  Thankfully his ‘awww, shucks, fellas’ and ‘I’d never read it before either’ approach allows him to escape the proverbial cross a couple members have debated nailing him to (after ‘Blood Meridian’ and ‘The Catcher In The Rye’ in particular).  All kidding aside though, Clint has brought some great fodder for discussion to the table through his selections.

‘Neuromancer’ came a little out of left field really.  Or so it seemed.  My ignorance blindsided even me, as the more I looked into this seminal work and influential author the more I realized I’d been living in a cave (hopefully not that of Plato’s farcical idiocy).  Let’s face it…Gibson created a monstrously insightful and enigmatic work that set the stage for a legion of followers.  The Liquorature take?  Well…credit where credit is due…the sphere of influence is easily seen in everyday cinematic and literary trappings.  We acknowledged this, but the first comment made on the night was “I want my money back”.

This eloquent turn of phrase can be attributed to none other than the legendary Maltmonster.  For those into cryptozoology, rest easy.  Even Lance must now readily attest that the beast does exist.  Much like seeing the elusive Keenan-Bear, the proof was far too long in the making for some members of Liquorature (Sage Surujbally, in particular).  Long and short, Maltmonster joined us as an Occasional Traveler for the evening’s festivities.  Clint and I approached him several weeks back about sitting in for a night of inebriation and elucidation.  MM was more than receptive to the idea.

For those not so in-the-know, MM is a frequent contributor and resident wit both here on Liquorature and also on ATW (www.allthingswhisky.com).  His caustic humor and appreciation for the finer things in life (not to mention a healthy disdain for cane-based beverages) made him an ideal candidate to be subjected to our lowbrow humor and pseudo-intellect.  We dragged him down to our level with minimal effort, I should add.  No offense, MM.

Ostby laid out the table with a flair for variety.  A rich and delicious Bunnahabhain 18 year old (yep…the re-vamp at 46.3%) first and foremost.  Balanced, deep and gentle.  A deeply-sherried Macallan cask strength next.  Macallan being a favorite of the Maltmonster, incidentally.  Finally, new to our shores, Isle of Arran Machrie Moor, a peated surprise that sadly does not quite have the balls to back its bravado.  Decent…though slightly underwhelming.  For the rumchum…Flor de Cana 12.  Though I desperately wanted to try this one, I simply ran out of time.  No, wait…that’s not right.  Plenty of time.  Simply have better taste than that.  ;)

A pot of seafood gumbo simmered away in a big ‘ol gumbo pot as well.  Hella good, but one can expect no less from Iron Chef Ostby (heretofore known as ‘Bubba Gump’).  The guy is a helluva cook.  If you get an invite to dinner, you’d be sadly remiss to pass on the opportunity.

The consumables didn’t end there however.  MM, in his uber-humble, yet unflinching generosity, brought a sack o’ heels with him.  Heels does not do justice.  These were hefty bottles.  Port Ellen 9 (“all bow,” he said reverentially when presenting to the gang), Brora 30 yo 2005, Laphroaig 25 yo CS, Signatory Springbank 1969, AD Rattray Bowmore 15 yo, Tullibardine 1966, Jameson Special Reserve.  I can attest, as can the rest, not a dud in the lot.  These are damn sexy drams.

Needless to say, while the novel itself was met with a lukewarm reception for the most part, the whisky certainly was not.

Back to the book.  A precursor to the whole cyberpunk movement, Neuromancer’s dark and cold shadow can be seen across many facets of contemporary pop culture.  I dare not draw the comparisons and parallels here that we did as a group, as I sort of think each reader should do that for him/herself.  An overwhelmingly united opinion spoke to the mired tangle of Gibson’s writing (eloquent and sparse, but somehow dense as f*ck to get one’s head around), yet tended towards a solid appreciation of the tale itself.  While not likely to be anyone’s favorite, nor will it become toilet paper for some (as one or two previous selections may have been).  The characters were unique enough to allow a variety of sympathetic to apathetic opinions by the gang.  Come on…who didn’t find Molly sexy?  You’re lying.

What night at Liquorature is complete without the obligatory dropping of the sacred terms?  Wrestling, Mandingo and sigh…Star Trek.  Gad…why this filth permeates such minds is simply beyond me.  The only life forms lower than a Trekkie are George W Bush and Stephen Harper.

Finally…there was the morning after.  Let’s leave that one alone.  What happens at Liquorature…stays at Liquorature.

 

The randoms:  Mel Gibson … the German Shyster … “You sure do got a purty mouth” … “give you the Jimbo” … “Clint…are your plants live?” … “If anyone is gonna insult you, it’s gonna be me” … a flaccid 8 … “drove cabs, smoked pot and lived with a monkey” … the addition of the thumbs up/thumbs down prediction … MM’s ante to the bevy cause*.

 

– Curt