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The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir by Anne Fadiman
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“To nature lovers, the season of new beginnings is the spring, but to people who excel in school, it's the fall.”
Anne Fadiman, The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir
“Going through a dead parent's memorabilia is a hazardous undertaking; there is a fine line between pleasure and pain.”
Anne Fadiman, The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir
“wine stores should organize their bottles not by origin and varietal but by alcohol content and intensity of flavor,”
Anne Fadiman, The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir
“Their tastes change not because their palates improve but because they deteriorate.”
Anne Fadiman, The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir
“we expect a wine of quality to demand something from us.”
Anne Fadiman, The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir
“Bordeaux are named after châteaux. Castles.”
Anne Fadiman, The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir
“to take wine into our mouths is to savor a droplet of the river of human history,”
Anne Fadiman, The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir
“I have never met a miserly wine lover.”
Anne Fadiman, The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir
“Brussels sprouts, peaches,”
Anne Fadiman, The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir
“Benjamin Franklin wrote that he would like to be embalmed in a cask of Madeira”
Anne Fadiman, The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir
“He simply could not imagine a time when being a Jew, or even a half Jew, was not a disability.”
Anne Fadiman, The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir
“Shakespeare was an anti-Semite,”
Anne Fadiman, The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir
“He was constantly, pathologically, insanely busy. That’s how he afforded the wine.”
Anne Fadiman, The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir
“he never had fewer than seven jobs and at one point had thirteen.”
Anne Fadiman, The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir
“When he looked back at the menu as an old man, it brought back everything; the food, the wine, the private dining room, the pride he took in being able to pay for such a dinner, the convergence of his life as a writer and his life as an oenophile, the conviviality that grew as the night continued and everyone had a little too much to drink but not enough to impair the quality of the conversation, some of which, I feel sure, was about the wines themselves.”
Anne Fadiman, The Wine Lover's Daughter: A Memoir