Friday, June 29, 2012

History of a Pleasure Seeker



I had seen the cover of History of a Pleasure Seeker by Richard Mason, everywhere.  Or so it felt.  Maybe it was more of when a person is hungry, everyone else in the cartoon is a hot dog.  Or a chicken leg.  Or in my case, a beer and potato chips.


To me, a title that denotes any sort of hedonistic pleasure seeking would require a brew of the same ilk.  I nearly picked up something from Amsterdam, where the story takes place.  However, my local store had only the majors...Amstel Light and Heineken, something that I am trying to avoid when choosing.  Not to say that it won't happen from time to time but why go there straight away?


I chose a pale ale by Rogue, aptly named Oregasmic Ale (it is made with 100% Oregon ingredients, right down to the Free Range Coastal Water.  I wonder if Kurt Cobain ever peed in that water.)  


The book:  Piet Barol is piss poor and lives with his distant father who is not entirely well.  For God's sake he has to dwell in Mother Nature in order to take care of bodily functions.  The story hovers somewhere in the early 1900's.  Piet has been taught the ways of the rich through his now deceased mother, who was the mutual light of both he and his father's lives.  He applies for a job working for an incredibly rich family and secures it with a subtle but bold maneuver of holding a specific gaze with the lady of the house.  


As it turns out, her rich, self-made husband has made a deal with God and does not touch his wife, ever after their last child was born.  They do have two daughters and a son, Egbert, who has what would now be known as a psychotic case of OCD and will not leave the house.  Piet is hired to tutor Egbert and to try and get him outside of the house.  Eventually Piet is doing non mutual favors for the wife while guarding against being caught naked or with a tent pole in front of another male worker who desperately tries to catch him, and another male Help, in compromising positions.  


Love is love is love in this book but mostly it is the seeking of momentary pleasure until the end, where things wrap up and a couple of happy endings are created.  


It was interesting for the most part...there were times I found that I was unwilling to put it down and there were moments that I felt it was an assignment.  


The Beer:  The first sip reminded me of an Autumn brew, with an amber color to match.  The after taste struck me as extremely bitter.  I'm no pro and I don't like bitter, so perhaps this beer will work well for someone else.  Probably many someone else's.  The website says to pair it with seafood and hot & spicy foods.  I'm vegetarian and I enjoy pungent over spicy.  I might just be being a baby but I could taste that bitterness over a full minute later after sipping. This could pair up well with a few bitter moments in the book.  But in all honesty, I dumped it down the drain. And felt immensely guilty that I couldn't enjoy it.  So I found solace in my house bourbon, Makers.  Which incidentally, did go well with the book.  Indulgent and striving for higher pleasures.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Brooklyn? It Doesn't Figure.



Clink!  That's my opening toast.  I'm supposed to be reviewing a book with this here brew, but I feel that I won't ever read a book that will match this beer.

My absolute favorite beer for the last year or so is Erdinger.  It's a wonderful Hefeweizen brew that I adore.  If I drank as much of it as I wanted to, I'd be a Heff myself.  I'm also prone to tinkling ice cubes in my Blanton's.  But until I'm wealthy, independently, or otherweizen, and find out that bourbon is the next Kale, it's not an every day thing.  

I figure I'd broaden my horizons here with another passion of mine, reading.  And I am currently reading something and chose a beer to go with it.  That's for the next post.  

I was in the grocery store yesterday and slowed down past the refrigerated beer section.  It's summer -  nearly an order from the solstice herself!  I hadn't tried the Brooklyn Summer Ale.  I have tried the standard Brooklyn when at a Mets game last year, which was a bit darker for me.  

Let me make this clear now....I'm not here to get beer tekkie on anyone.  Unless the Spirit moves me, I'm not going to break it down and tell you that I tasted not only the mulberry undertones of anything, or that I also taste what the ladybug stepped in that stood on the berry.  No offense to the girls in the know out there but that's my defense.  I'm a girl.  I'm a novice.  I'm Irish and that should be enough. This is solely my opinion and not to be taken as a professional guide.  (Haha!  As if!)

So the cheerful light blue packaging got to me, along with the fact that my mom is from Brooklyn.  Not that she was coming over to share any with me.  She hates beer.

I'm shocked at some of the reviews that I read on this beer actually.  Yes, I had to Google the beer to find out if it really should be what I thought it was. For me it was thin and flat with so little head.  I thought perhaps there was something wrong with it until I read the honest reviews.  Many of the other ones must have been exchanging ass kissing for favors or else someone had a cold when they consumed this beer.  

It's not the worst thing...it's quite drinkable, however, I was expecting something more....Brooklyn!  This beer has a Harvard accent.

If I were to read a book to this beer, it would be how to draw Stick Figures.  The only book that I could find to suffice is How to Draw Yoga Stick Figures.  

Granted, this blog is supposed to be about the actual reading of a book but this is where the taste buds went and the mind follows.  

See you next time with the beer AND the book.