The Beer Hunter
Posted 01 September 2007 - 02:00 PM
Michael Jackson, not that one, has passed. Known as the Beer Hunter, Jackson was perhaps the world's foremost writer on beer. In every way but one, Jackson elevated the appreciation of one of the world's oldest and best loved beverages to heights previously accorded only to wine. The one exception was, thankfully, a lack of snobbery. Beer was, is and always will be a drink of the every-man, and many women. From the lowliest swill "American Pale Lager," to the glorious Trappist Ales of Belgium. On a hot day, a cold day, a rainy day, a clear day; at the park, the stadium, the bar or the restaurant; you could sit down next to someone and share a beer. Cold, less cold, or, if you're in England, frightfully warm. You don't need to blather on about bouquets, noses, hints of blackberries, tannins, terrior or finish. You could just drink and enjoy.
Of course, if you wanted, you could talk about the taste, and for this, we are grateful for Mr. Jackson's work. He wrote eloquently about the difference between the beer and ale, the bitters, the IPA, bock (double and triple, why not?), helles, dunkles, wheats, lambics -- one could go on. Many saw Mr. Jackson as the impetus behind renewal of the American micro-brews (destroyed during the awful Volstead experiment).
Yes, I used to brew. Now I only drink. Later tonight, I will drink one to Mr. Jackson.
Just take those old records off the shelf.
Posted 01 September 2007 - 02:36 PM
Without wishing to distract attention from his beer-swilling achievements, few know he was also a Trotskyist and wrote political stuff too. Still, I don't blame him entirely for Kronstadt.
More seriously, he was an important figure in a movement which converted Britain from drinking cold, fizzy pressurised "bitter" from electric taps to the discerning beer nation it is today. We did have to go through a horrible period of tasting murky brews with funny names and twigs floated in them, enthused over by inelegant bearded men in anoraks - but in retrospect it was probably worth it.
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Posted 01 September 2007 - 03:14 PM
Then that happened.
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