1/28/12


Burton Anderson
Beyond Vino

My first book, Vino, published in 1980, was lauded by critics as a landmark in the literature of wine. Over the years as a free-lance writer based in Tuscany, my books and articles brought me recognition as “the world’s leading expert on Italian wines.”

That’s no longer true, if it ever was, because I’ve pointed my literary career in new directions. Recent works include a novel, Boccadoro, self-published in 2007. But my main efforts have been dedicated to two volumes of nonfiction, neither yet finished.

One, entitled Boso’s Tuscany, is the story of my quest for clues to the life and times of an ancestor named Boso, who in the tenth century was the margrave (head man) of Tuscia, the state in the Holy Roman Empire’s Kingdom of Italy that became Tuscany. This spirited tale of sleuthing in the shadows of the Dark Ages has won praise from friends, agents, and even publishers, one of whom feared that it might be too wonderfully wacky to become a bestseller.

The other still-untitled book is the account of my late-in-life venture of building a new home as a replica of a traditional stone farmhouse in Tuscany’s Maremma. The house, like the book, is in limbo, each roughly half done, because I need to sell my old house near Florence to finance remaining work on the new. The latest chapter is Halfway House.

I hope to finish both books, but considering the vagaries of mainstream publishing, I can’t be sure they’ll appear in print. They contain a major share of my best writing. That may sound like the vainglorious raving of an aging hack, but I’m determined to find an audience for them. After years of hesitation, I decided to establish a blog and call it Beyond Vino.

My reasons for moving beyond the world of wine are described in the first feature of the blog entitled: My Life in Wine: The Good, the Bad, and the Bubbly. There will be more—much more, I hope—including chapters and excerpts and bits and pieces of my writing over the years.

Beyond Vino will also take up current topics, such as gastronomy, travel, sports, history, and even a bit of art and culture, spiced with observations on the weird and wondrous ways of life in post-Berlusconi Italy. My aim is to open up the blog as a forum of sorts for an exchange of ideas with readers, whose stimulating comments and reasoned criticism will always be welcome.

My views have been shaped over half a century in Italy, living mainly in rustic paradises of Tuscany, where I’ve persevered as a skeptic with liberal leanings on social, political, and philosophical issues. Though I’ve been suspected or accused of being an angry old misanthrope, anarchist, infidel, rebel, cynic, and hedonist, the one label I readily accept is epicurean, in the classical sense. That is, as a follower of the Greek Epicurus, who, in the fourth century BC, espoused a philosophy based on the pursuit of pleasure—comprising fine dining and drinking, of course—while conceptualizing with astounding acumen the nature of the universe and how to live in it.

NOTE TO READERS:
My original intent was to make the above text the blog’s template alongside the photo of the flask with the Fiasco Enterprises plaque. But there were too many words, so I made it a post with the idea of keeping it in the top position, since it explains why I became a blogger at the tender age of seventy-three. As a neophyte and born bumbler, I bungled an update and deleted the original text along with a number of comments from friends and followers. My daughter Gaia pointed this out with the pointed reminder that it is not at all cool to delete comments. Gulp. Blush. I apologize to readers who may feel slighted and invite them to send comments and critiques, nice or nasty, galore. Your views are invaluable because they’ll help me to decide whether to blog on or go back to writing words that readers never share.



1 comment:

  1. Selfishly, I am delighted that you will be sharing your varied writings with the world. However, as someone who earns his living with his pen (ok, with keyboard and pixels, but this sounds ever so much more writerly), I’m dismayed, and a bit disgusted, that the author of an epoch-making book like Vino, and the finest piece of writing about food and the people who make it I have ever encountered, Pleasures of the Italian Table, has trouble convincing a publisher to publish what he considers among his best writing. Then again, if you actually have been accused, as you claim, of being an “angry old misanthrope, anarchist, infidel,” and so forth, what can one expect from the world? I who have shared meals in in Loro Ciufenna and, more recently, a mug of tea near your Halfway House in Sassofortino, know what a perfect host Epicurus can be.

    Seriously, Burton, this is marvellous news for many readers, both those who know and admire you already, and those who soon will. Thank you for starting this blog – bravo, bravissimo!

    Your devoted reader,
    Tom Mueller

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