Although it starts out well, promising profound insights into the oenophile, Wilberforce, this book devolves into a half-hearted morality tale on alcoholism, but then veers into the utter self-absorption of the main character. Add in the allusions to plot points never explored, and I felt that there was another book, somewhere, that might answer all of the questions raised, but never addressed...
Medellin? The poor appraisal of the undercroft? The first names, Francis? The unknown parentage?
WTF.
Immensely disappointing.Get more detail about Bordeaux.
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