Monday's episode of L'humeur vagabonde was an interview with Eric Holder and a poetic portrait of Médoc where life is too short to drink bad wine.
The pace and tone of the interview was set first by the deep médocain accent of one of Holder's neighbors describing the estuary, and then by Alela Diane singing Oh My Mama.
Holder just published De loin on dirait une île (From a Distance, You'd Think It Was an Island) in which he describes the natural beauty, the people smiling at each other candidly as they pass one another, but also the "inherited distrust" of outsiders. The cafes would fall silent when he would enter them at first, like a saloon in the wild west when a stranger throws open the swinging doors, and it took him some time to adjust his habits to the local pace and tone and etiquette. You must never, for example, interrupt a conversation, even if you are waiting at the cash register and the conversation is long.
Soapkills opens the last segment. Asked if he felt he'd arrived at "port", Holder responds that he prefers to think he has arrived at the last place before eternity, the last saloon before the desert.
