The Library
Each one an open book: the novel on the left-hand page, the wine on the right.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1925
Non-vintage · Champagne, France
Bubbles for a party that is never quite as happy as it looks.
Jane Austen, 1813
Madeira, Portugal
The wine Regency England actually drank — with a sharp wit to match.
Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa, 1958
Mount Etna, Sicily
Volcanic, aristocratic, and quietly aware that everything is changing.
Ernest Hemingway, 1964
Beaujolais, France
A café carafe of Paris, hungry and happy.
Daphne du Maurier, 1938
Northern Rhône, France
Dark, peppery and a little haunted — like Manderley after midnight.
Kazuo Ishiguro, 1989
Bordeaux, France
Claret for an English country house, poured with perfect restraint.
Haruki Murakami, 1987
Yamanashi, Japan
Delicate, melancholy and unmistakably Japanese.
Gabriel García Márquez, 1967
Central Valley, Chile
A grape once thought lost, for a novel where nothing stays lost for long.
Herman Melville, 1851
Sanlúcar de Barrameda, Spain
Bone-dry and salt-sprayed, for a very long voyage.
Umberto Eco, 1980
Burgundy, France
The monks perfected this wine. Drink it while one solves a murder.
Agatha Christie, 1934
Tokaj, Hungary
A golden nightcap from the heart of the old Orient Express route.
Leo Tolstoy, 1878
Kakheti, Georgia
Deep, dark and passionate — a red as grand as a Russian novel.
Louisa May Alcott, 1868
New York, USA
Crisp as a New England morning and full of warmth.
Emily Brontë, 1847
Douro Valley, Portugal
Something warming by the fire while the wind howls across the moors.
Evelyn Waugh, 1945
Straight from the novel’s most famous summer picnic.
Donna Tartt, 1992
Santorini, Greece
Ancient Greek intensity for a campus thriller obsessed with the classics.
Carlos Ruiz Zafón, 2001
Rioja, Spain
A book lover’s mystery, with a wine aged as patiently as an old library.