Randall Grahm: Doon It, and Doon It, and Doon It Well

| May 25, 2010 | 1 Comment
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Been Doon So Long - by Randall Grahm I visited the old Bonny Doon within four months of moving to California. The year was 2002. Tickled at the idea of crashing a tasting room, my then-roommate and I motored through the mountains in a borrowed car, the Doon our destination solely on the strength of a few cheap bottles we’d downed. It was a few days before Halloween, and as we sauntered into the building (It’s been long enough that I scarcely remember the exterior), we realized we were not the carousing pranksters, but instead the straight men: Every member of the Bonny Doon tasting room staff was dressed in a costume. I saw a bear, a clown, and a few ghosts in sheets just begging for cardinal-colored stains. A young woman — a witch — asked us what we wanted, and we had no idea. We wound up taking home a few selections — including a lovely Framboise I shipped off to my mother.

Since then, Bonny Doon has moved to Santa Cruz, sold a few of its bank-breaking mainstream labels, and most recently, shifted its focus from winsome, cleverly-marketed table fare to quirky, more rarefied wines made using organically grown grapes (invariably oddball Italian varietals) and biodynamic methods. At the same time, owner Randall Grahm has seen his profile grow, not because of the bottles he’s produced, but as a result of his well-publicized literary efforts — from newsletter manifestos to provocative cartoon ads in widely-read wine magazines and crushing commentaries cloaked in clever wine-y homages to canonical novels and poems. That career, a supple, sturdy vine shooting off his winemaking business’s freshly trimmed root, culminated — at least so far — in last year’s “vinthology” Been Doon So Long, a self-curated collection published by the University of California Press. The title, I assume, is a play on Richard Farina’s 1966 novel Been Down So Long, It Looks Like Up to Me, the book Farina was promoting on the very night he died in a motorcycle accident near Monterey.

After my short strange trip to the old tasting room back in 2002, I followed Bonny Doon in the news, and even made a point of buying the company’s wines when I could. Already thoroughly charmed by his labels frequently featuring wild, splotched, and puckered caricatures drawn by Ralph Steadman, a favorite artist, I was also taken with Grahm’s funny essays, and enamored of the prospect of supporting a good writer by drinking his wine. A few weeks ago, Been Doon So Long won a James Beard Award, and I figured the time had come to reacquaint myself with Grahm’s body of work.

The body is the size of a biology textbook, which is probably appropriate considering the subject matter. At the same time, essays so dense, so rife with potentially unfamiliar terms and allusions that require quick references, suit a more portable package, something to be tucked into a jacket pocket, read in installments on public transportation, and marked with folded corners, underlines, and scribbled notes. Instead, the book is huge, heavy, and handsome. It looks good in a case, or on a coffee-table, but actually reading it requires physical effort. It’s a little cumbersome to hold up while lying prone in bed. If you fall asleep reading it, you might break your nose, so don’t try doing so after reaching the bottom of a bottle of syrah. Instead, you need a strong, straight-backed chair, a cup of coffee, and the warm morning light. Some oenology acumen and a solid background in Western literature doesn’t hurt either. I am equipped with the latter, but — as someone quite comfortable picking out something nice to drink with dinner, yet woefully ignorant of winemaking practices and quite hazy on the cultural worlds and myriad personalities, both human and grape, surrounding them — plenty of Grahm’s jokes (and a few of his key points) swirl above my head like clouds of must. With respect to some of it, like a high school junior trying to make sense of Ulysses, for the first time, perhaps a year or two too soon, I’m happy getting the gist.

Aside from introducing the reader (who is probably already familiar) to Grahm’s general vibe, the book takes two distinct tacks. The first — palpable in his gleeful parodies — is the wine world equivalent of a dis record, and a fairly hilarious one at that — with upstanding luminaries like Robert “Moldavi,” disagreeable trends such as “merlotmania,” and, of course, the critic Robert Parker looking flimsier than 2010-era 50 Cent. The insults are often no less opaque than those hurled by a derisive rapper, and the effect is equally delicious, though with salvos of double entendre, puns, copious footnotes, and a constant barrage of drunken word-play (For example, and there are thousands, the wine “dick” in “Spenser’s Last Case” wields a Gattinara, not a gat), considerably cuter. The formula is consistent and agreeable: Grahm apes the style of a famous author — Thomas Puncheon, James Juice, or J.D. Salignac, perhaps — and unloads a lecture cloaked in a madcap, script-flipping of themes in a well-known work by the particular author — say, “B,” “Cheninagin’s Wake,” or “A Perfect Day for Barberafish.” Most of these are as pleasant and drinkable as a $12 bottle of Gruner, if a bit more demanding, and somewhat heavier on the palate. The song and poem parodies that follow are less successful; they seem watered-down, like Grandma’s pink zin.

The other side of Been Doon So Long is meditative, serious — which is to say, witty, somewhat less goofy, and only a touch softer on the tannins. On page two of his introduction, Grahm starts with his own shortcomings. In essence, he wouldn’t have had to become the writer and marketing savant he is had his wines been as wonderful as he’d wanted them to be. Words — with regard to wine — are where he has made his mark. The success of Bonny Doon and his other labels have kept him a few steps further from the poorhouse than the average grape-stomper, but he has typically been known more for his prose, antics, and stinging satirical flail than for the quality of his wines. Many entries are both amusing and illuminating. In one chapter, he runs through some of Bonny Doon’s best pre-Steadman labels, discussing the Jules Verne-influenced scene on Le Cigare Volant and revealing that the label for his muscat was inspired by a trip to a lady’s underwear boutique in San Francisco. For me — again, the non-expert — Grahm repeatedly uncorks sweet, thoughtful conceits about wine that make me eager to improve my grasp — not on know-how and scoring systems, but the mystery and magic of wine, to see it as a lovely, boundless parcel to discover and unravel in the same way I’ve devoured popular music and steeped myself in its history, absorbing its movements and collections of characters, coming to understand first-hand how certain changes and instrumental colors render certain effects on a listener. On page 220, he writes:

“…[R]emember that wine’s inmost nature is metaphoric (wine can smell like grapes and cigar boxes), that wine’s very essence is linked to mutability and to memory…”

Way back on page seven, Grahm sums it up — his lot, at least — as a “soul’s journey” toward a better grasp on wine’s “animating brilliance, the profound truth of terroir.” His discovery of wine was a stumble, not a search, “a happy accident,” and now it means much more: “winemaking and the culture of wine provide a unique and powerful language that carries the rich metaphoric suggestion of the sweetness and strangeness of life itself.”

Terroir is one of Grahm’s central preoccupations, specifically its “Old World” form of expression, when a winemaker attempts to “excavate” the power and potential that already exists within the soil, in the setting, under the sun: “the vineyard itself becomes a sort of mantra or prayer wheel and successive vintages are our reincarnations.” At the same time, he’s frank about his own efforts. He calls the wines he has made thus far “puppy-dog wines,” and wonders if he’ll ever be able to discover terroir — to make a wine that has a taste expressive of its physical place of origin, not jammy, high-fruit, “bimbo” wines that he finds as vacuous and disposable as fast food.

I came away from reading the book thinking of Grahm himself as a product of terroir: the Citroen-driving, tie dye-clad, John Lennon-meets-I.M. Pei glasses-sporting California sage steeped in the post-hippie foment of the very early seventies, soaked in counter-culture and the canon alike, a farmer and an academic. No place but the North-Central coast of California could have birthed Randall Grahm. About a year ago, in a New York Times profile, Grahm described wine also as “a reflection of the human psyche.” Writer Eric Asimov went on to speculate: “No doubt 25 years of whimsical, mercurial wines have been a reflection of his own.” He’s probably right. The wines he has made — and their labels, and the universe of words he has conjured up around it all — reflect his character — and his time, place, and climate. That would make him quite like a grape, one that has doon quite well for itself.

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Andrew is from Louisville, Kentucky. He lives in San Francisco, plays music, works with kids, and writes for a variety of magazines and newspapers, including The Oakland Tribune, The Contra Costa County Times, Wine Enthusiast, The Onion, and Thrasher. Pro: hush puppies, green garlic, caramel ice cream, Japanese sweet potatoes, smelts, Larb Ped, beer, wine, cocktails, and assorted dumplings; con: milk, chips, and candy.
  • http://weirdcombinations.com Stevie

    This is a beautiful review of Been Doon So Long. I don’t particularly care for Bonny Doon wines with a rare exception now and then. When I went to the tasting room in Santa Cruz I was disappointed with its very ordinariness. No bears and witches greeted us at the door. However, your review makes me see Grahm in a whole new light. It’s also written expertly and very engagingly. Yours is a style that I’d like to learn from for my own wine writing. Thanks for this great review!