“In a moment when the phrase ‘American dream’ rings hollow, there is little enthusiasm for rags-to-riches stories of the Horatio Alger variety. For books about vineyards, the only thing less compelling would be a story of privileged descendants of medieval robber-barons extolling the melon and cinnamon hints in their vintage while bemoaning the
commercialization of the wine industry. Happily, John Harstock’s book Seasons of a Finger Lakes Winery falls prey to neither of these stock narratives…”