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By Eric Wills | Sunday, June 8, 2008

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REFLECTIONS OF A WINE MERCHANT

Farrar, Straus and Giroux, $24, 257 pages

REVIEWED BY ERIC WILLS

Who wouldn't envy Neal Rosenthal? In the late 1970s' he was a frustrated New York lawyer who specialized in the unglamorous field of corporate and international tax law. He quit his job and opened a wine store in his father's old pharmacy on the Upper East Side. Mr. Rosenthal knew practically nothing about wine, but he had a good nose and ample joie de vivre. He soon built a thriving business - Rosenthal Wine Merchant - and along the way enjoyed quite the adventure.

Mr. Rosenthal spends much of "Reflections of a Wine Merchant" recalling how he dashed around picturesque Italian and French villages and discovered outstanding but obscure local winemakers. And how, over servings of polenta and coq au vin, he struck deals to import their wines.

Mr. Rosenthal's book is more than just a nostalgic remembrance of his career, however. It's also a scathing indictment of how globalization has changed - make that devastated - the wine industry. Mr. Rosenthal adores wines made with Old World techniques that have aged to subtle perfection - wines he spent a career importing. "There is a real magic at work when a man gets so deeply involved with his grapes," Mr. Rosenthal writes. "His soul seeps into the wine."

Compare the artistry of old with the homogenization of today, he says. Eye-popping labels are the norm, but today's wines are largely mediocre and stripped of any originality. Winemakers, beholden to market forces, generally concentrate on crafting young, fruity and bold offerings intended to impress now instead of later, Mr. Rosenthal argues. None of this is news to aficionados or those who saw the 2005 documentary film "Mondovino," in which Mr. Rosenthal and other traditionalists argued that the emperor - today's wine establishment - has no clothes.

Mr. Rosenthal's prose sometimes fails to sparkle like his wines - "Reflections of a Wine Merchant" needed better editing - but he documents a rapidly fading world in which small families prune vines, clean barrels and produce a wonderfully idiosyncratic array of wines.

The book shines as Mr. Rosenthal describes his delicate dance with potential clients. In September 1982, his career still in its infancy, Mr. Rosenthal stood in a damp, dark cellar with Gaston Barthod, the taciturn and balding president of a syndicate of growers in the small French village of Chambolle-Musigny. Mr. Rosenthal and Mr. Barthod exchanged brief introductions - Mr. Rosenthal had used his network of contacts to track the winemaker down - before the tasting commenced.