Date: October 24th, 2014
Whisky: Mortlach Rare Old, Balblair 1989, Nikka Taketsuru 21 y.o.
Back to back forays into the realms of deep space. Sci-fi is starting to hold a little more clout with a few of us old codgers in the club who ignorantly initially mistook it for prepubescent nerd porn and summarily dismissed most of the genre out of hand. Thankfully a few of the literati in Liquorature have seen fit to force their agenda down our throats with their selections and catapult us into the stars (and the future).
Scott announced his selection just as I did, neither of aware that the other was going deep space on the crew. So be it. Two months in a row of escaping the third stone from the sun. God knows with the life most of us lead we can use the ultimate escapism. You may recall last month’s ‘Star Maker’ was about as much fun as an anesthetic-free vasectomy. It delivered in terms of message but left us lurching to the finish line due to its incredibly dry pacing and method of delivery. I think a few of us were somewhat reticent to pick up another book with ‘star’ in the title so soon after.
Happy to say ‘The Stars My Destination’ started off fast and immediately picked up speed. This pseudo anarchistic dystopian romp pretty much had all of us at ‘hello’. I think the breakneck pace and instantly imaginable characters had something to do with that, but let’s not sell short the fact that the story itself was immensely engaging and, like much good science fiction, the speculative nature and forward thinking led us all to pause for a moment and try to take ourselves back to 1957, the time of writing.
As is often the case with these sorts of tales, imaginative discussion is often lubed with a few drams of something strong and neat. Scott picked out a few new ones for us (new to club members, that is). Highlight for this guy had to be the Nikka Taketsuru 21, with a nose to die for. The Balblair wasn’t far behind. We were on relatively good behaviour, but have happily happened Ginger work through these bottles in the days since this gathering.
Great choices for this month, Buddha; drinks and book. Look forward to seeing where you take us next time.
…Having said all of that, I can’t but help feel relieved to place my feet back on terra firma (or at least adrift upon a fishing boat) with next month’s selection of “The Old Man And The Sea”.
The randoms: Blind tasting … “jaunt savant” … “need a nipple for that?” … “jaunt with Jiz” …