In this French mystery set in the Loire Valley, a beguiling actress meets with foul play. Wine expert Benjamin Cooker and his handsome sidekick Virgile rush to the rescue of a dear friend only to find that everyone is a suspect. What intrigue is playing out behind the scenes?Read More
Who is lurking in the vineyards in the new Winemaker Detective mystery? Meet a few of the main characters.Read More
Oh... I just can't wait. A new translation just came in... it's another Winemaker Detective novel by Jean-Pierre and Noël, set in Vouvray! This means we are heading back to the Loire Valley, not so very far from Tours, where chinon blanc is a dominant grape variety. I look forward to seeing what Sally and Amy have done with the translation and getting to work on this new adventure.
I'll say no more, except that it starts off with a proverb...
It is well to remember
that there are five reasons for drinking:
the arrival of a friend,
one’s present or future thirst,
the excellence of the wine,
or any other reason.
A New Winemaker Detective Mystery
The intricate taste of greed and remorse
In the mist-covered hills of Sauternes, where the wine is luscious and the landscape beguiling, the brutal murder of an elderly couple intrigues the wine expert Benjamin Cooker and awakens memories for his dashing assistant Virgile Lanssien. Drawn into the investigation, the two journey through the storied Sauternes countryside, where the Château d’Yquem has reigned for centuries. Will the murder go unexplained and the killer remain free? The Winemaker Detective’s discernment and incessant curiosity push investigators to look deeper, while Virgile rekindles memories of his days at school and questions the meaning of his life.
Praise for the series
“Magnificent series. Beautifully written. Fascinating characters. Intriguing story lines. Most entertaining reading I've done in many years. And, a bit educational as well. Reminded me of the Colin Dexter books and TV series about CDI Endeavor Morse.”
“If you love to read cozies, enjoy learning about different locales and wines and intriguing sleuths then you need to check out this mystery series.”
"The series will have wide appeal within the British and American mystery-reading market, and particularly for those who enjoy a bit of armchair travel and descriptions of great French food and wine."
As we prepare for the upcoming release of the new Winemaker Detective mystery, Requiem in Yquem, we talked to the authors Jean-Pierre Alaux and Noël Balen.
In France, there are twenty-six books in the series so far (12 published to date in the U.S.), as the series grows and evolves, do you find it easier or more difficult to fall into the story and discover new and exciting plots?
Each book is an adventure in and of itself. It is hard to describe the process in terms of ease or difficulty. It is true that our characters are more familiar to us, and their personalities more present, and even more complex. At the same time, each plot requires us to explore a whole new lay of the land, which in the case of this series begins with the wine region where the story takes place. It is important that we invent new stories and new approaches, that we continue to find original ideas.
You have written together now for many years, as well as writing separately. Who does what in the partnership? What are the advantages?
Yes, it's been fifteen years now that we have written together, and both of us have our own approaches. Jean-Pierre also works as a reporter, and spends a lot of time out in the vineyards, tasting, and meeting people involved in winemaking, for whom it is a passion. Noël is good at refining the story, and the two of us together have learned what their respective qualities are, and where their weak spots lie. Working together in this way, striving for high standards, we advance without looking back, knowing that the world of winemaking has a wealth of stories to be told.
The series has been adapted to television. In the U.S., it's rare for an author to be allowed much input on the screenplay or casting. How has this experience been?
It's not that different in France. Here, the series has met with great success thanks in part to the actor, Pierre Arditi, who plays the main character, and to the producers, and they work closely together to make it what it is. We are not involved in the screenplay or the casting, which is frustrating, but the laws of TV are not those of literature. We learned this as we went along.
If you could only drink one wine for the rest of your life, which would it be?
It would have to be a Cahors wine. Wines from that region have improved so much in recent years. Jean-Pierre also admits a weakness for wines from Saint-Emilion. And a Château Angélus would be a bottle to take through the pearly gates.
You both have considerable outside interests, for Noël, music among other things, for Jean-Pierre, the sea. Do these inspire your mysteries?
Our mysteries are inspired primarily by the wines, wine regions, and winemakers that each book focuses on, but our other interests inevitably get woven into the stories, either in the form of details or more on the level of sensibilities, what a character will be attentive to or how a place will be described.
In another satisfying wine novel with a French flair, authors Jean-Pierre Alaux and Noël Balen give readers a perfectly intoxicating combination of French wine, gourmet meals, and mystery in the gloriously described Sauternes wine region with all the scenery, scents, and sounds of France.
Requiem in Yquem comes out on September 12.
We’ve put together some amazing things you get if you pre-order the book before September 12. Buy any format and you’ll get immediate access to:
- Bittersweet Delights: The lowdown on Bordeaux’s famous canelés, with a recipe and tricks for getting them right.
- Liquid Gold, a booklet with inside information about Sauternes wine and pictures from Château d’Yquem
- An extended excerpt, so you can start reading now.
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When you sip a glass of wine, how often do you think about the lives, tradition, craftsmanship, and dumb luck involved in getting that beverage into your glass? Every year Mother Nature holds a new adventure for winemakers who, like goldsmiths, craft each harvest into a moment of pleasure captured in a glass.
Readers of the Winemaker Detective series discover much about winemaking as an art. Each book in the series is, in fact, a wine tasting. As you read, you take a sip, and then a second one, until you climb into the glass and become completely immersed in the drink, surrounded by the land where it was made, and the people who made it.
Each book is written to honor winemakers and set in a place that is constantly changing. The world of Bordeaux is light years away from that of Burgundy. Who could possible put Alsatian wines in the same category as Loire Valley wines? This mystery series is an initiation, with stories we hope will stay with readers for a long time.
Clearly, the authors Jean-Pierre Alaux and Noël Balen love wine. They love the France that is far from the beaten path, where people are struggling to make exceptional vintages, despite the blows dealt by fate, hail, or drought. We asked Jean-Pierre and Noël a couple of questions.
Where do you find your inspiration for the series as a whole?
Exploring the universe of wine is a little like taking a long journey. The more you taste, the more you go out and discover wine regions, the more there is to marvel at. Exploring the diversity of wines found in France is a humbling experience. We draw our inspiration from immersing ourselves in this world. With each novel, we visit a climate, a type of winemaker, and new natural environment. It’s an adventure, and we discovered that the world of wine has ways of doing things that are not always very orthodox. When we began the Winemaker Detective series, we had no idea how complex this world would be nor the failings we would find behind the scenes of the fine châteaux, which hide very human weaknesses.
Tell us something about the two characters central to this mystery series?
Before we even outlined Treachery in Bordeaux, the first whodunit in the series, we sketched the characters who would drive the plot. We began with Benjamin Cooker, a winemaker by profession, of British descent who had been living in the Médoc region in France for many years. He has an international reputation and his skills are recognized the world over. His sidekick Virgile went to winemaking school in Bordeaux. He has youth and a Cartesian mind, with a strong connection to his country roots. They are a tandem that combines two generations and two ways of approaching wine, working in a world where Mother Nature dictates fate and where traditions and myths still have a strong hold.
Are you ready for another fun read set in French countryside with lots of great food, wine along with an enjoyable mystery? This time we get the scenic beauty of Burgundy, the sweet taste of ripe grapes, and a murder mystery to solve.
In another satisfying wine novel with a French flair, authors Jean-Pierre Alaux and Noël Balen give readers a perfectly intoxicating combination French wine, gourmet meals, and mystery in the gloriously described Burgundy wine region with all the scenery, scents, and sounds of France. This light, fun mystery combines amateur sleuths, food, and wine in a wonderfully French mystery novel that doubles as a travel guide. It is a new kind read on the international mystery and crime scene: a pitch-perfect, wine-infused, French-style cozy mystery.
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Twenty-four, twenty-five… authors Jean-Pierre Alaux and Noël Balen are working on the twenty-fifth book in the Winemaker Detective series in French. In English, we’re just about halfway there, with the twelfth scheduled for release in November: Red-handed in Romanée-Conti.
Not so long ago, I was driving through the Lot, a region right in the middle of southwestern France. We were on the highway, so didn’t stop, but we could have gone to the birthplace of the Winemaker Detective series. It all began in Jean-Pierre Alaux’s home in the Lot, where he and Noël Balen shared two bottles of wine and a bit of Armagnac, giving rise to the central character, Benjamin Cooker. This gentleman detective, half French and half English, is a fine representative for French wine, which has always been appreciated in both cultures. He is older, wise, very knowledgeable about wine, staid at times, although occasionally he lets his guard down. The authors added an assistant, Virgile, to have youth counterbalance the main protagonist, and who has grown into an equal over time. As the series evolves, we see their strengths and their weaknesses. They are driven by curiosity and a way of enjoying life every instant. For every note of nostalgia from Benjamin, Virgile brings a modern view and mischief. In the English versions, Benjamin’s wife Elisabeth is also taking on a strong role. So what awaits them in the upcoming mystery?
A taste of Romanée-Conti
Here is an excerpt from the Winemaker Detective mystery Red-handed in Romanée-Conti. You can order it now.
Looking forward to showing Virgile the lay of the land, Benjamin got up at sunrise, showered and shaved, and ordered breakfast in his room. He sipped his tea and unfolded the local newspaper, Le Bien Public. After scanning the headlines, he skipped to the articles about the harvest. One extolled the tradition of hiring and housing seasonal workers; another questioned the impact of changes in grape-picker contracts.
Benjamin stopped reading to slice through his fresh baguette. He savored the crackle of the golden crust as it gave way to the knife. Then he lathered the soft airy interior with Isigny butter.
After a moment of pure indulgence, he opened the paper again. A headline on page three caught his attention: “Vosne-Romanee winegrower: ‘Neighbor, those vines are mine!’” A winegrower had shown up with his pickers to harvest one of his vineyards, only to discover that it had been picked clean. Shortly after the discovery, a neighbor fessed up. His crews had harvested the plot by mistake. Once the mystery was solved, the winegrowers shook hands and agreed to taste each other’s wines.
Benjamin smiled at this good-natured solution, which reflected the overall feeling during the grape harvest: the entire industry coming together for a week to ten days and sharing the simple pleasures of hard work, conviviality, and pride in producing a fine product.
A knock on the door interrupted his reverie.
“Come in, Virgile. Can I order you anything?”
“Thanks, boss, but I’ve already eaten. I’m eager to get going.”
“Well then, let’s do just that.” Benjamin took one more sip of tea, and the two headed out the door to survey the land.
The winemaker knew his assistant was fascinated with geography and geology, and his upbringing in his family’s vineyards had given him a deep understanding of the earth.
With his reading glasses perched on his nose, Benjamin pointed out the brownish-red color of the soil and its gravelly texture.
“Look, Virgile. You can see some fragments of oyster fossils. That’s typical of the Côte d’Or.”
Virgile picked up a clump of earth and crumbled it with tactile, almost sensual, attention, to the delight of his employer.
“‘The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.’”
“Who said that, boss?”
The sounds of voices and laughter were coming from the village of Vosne-Romanée. A ballet of tractors was already underway. The grape harvest had begun, and Burgundy’s vineyards were trembling with excitement.
On the slopes—as well as in the fermenting rooms—entire armies of students, as well as townspeople, distant relatives, strong-armed friends, and even workers from far-off lands had been mobilized.
From their vantage point, Benjamin and Virgile watched the pickers. They reminded Benjamin of swimmers at a meet. The men would dive into the vines, come up at regular intervals—sometimes to peek at the generous necklines of the women in nearby rows—and then dive back in for more handfuls of the sugary clusters. They’d laugh and tease each other, and when a basket got too heavy, they’d pass it to the man on the tractor, who would then empty the contents into the bin on his trailer.
The tractor would invariably begin to sag under the load. Only then would the driver haul the cargo to the weigh station. After this, the load would be taken to the winery to be carefully poured onto a large conveyor belt. Men and women—no more than a dozen—would bend over the harvested fruit and begin the final sorting, almost grape by grape, to eliminate the gray mold, the grapes irreparably damaged, and the few yellow leaves sheared by a vintner rushing to beat the insidious autumn winds.
Healthy, juicy, fragrant, and sweet, the harvest would flow into a grape crusher before reaching the tanks. Then the smell of must would fill the cellars and outer yards.
This year, the pickers were working quickly. A rain system was moving from the west, and so the vineyard managers were spurring on their harvesters.
After a few moments of silent contemplation, Benjamin tapped Virgile’s elbow. “Let’s go down there, son. I see a vineyard manager I know.”
Benjamin and Virgile made their way down the escarpment, arriving at a plot where workers were busily plucking grapes from the vines. The manager waved to Benjamin and headed his way.
“Good to see you, Mr. Cooker. What brings you here?” He extended his hand. There was dirt under his fingernails, and his arms were brown and muscular from summers spent working under the sun.
“We’ve come to look at a piece of equipment the Lemoines just bought,” Benjamin answered. “I can see you’ve got your hands full. Can we just take a quick look around?”
The man grinned. “Certainly, Mr. Cooker. You’re welcome here anytime.” He nodded and walked away.
Benjamin started inspecting the vines, grabbing grapes and noting their perfect ripeness. He turned around and saw that his assistant was happily doing the same while mingling with the cutters.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if Burgundy had more success with their whites than their reds this year,” Benjamin said. “Still, I think it will be a great vintage.”
“That’s for sure,” Virgile replied, gazing at a swarm of graceful girls in tight T-shirts stained with juice.
“Oh, no.” Benjamin turned his attention from the vines to his watch. “We’ve got to get going, Virgile. Marcel and Rafael Lemoine are expecting us in Nuits-Saint-Georges. I bet their resident wine expert has already clocked in. Our Bordeaux reputation will suffer if we don’t get there fast.”
“Take it easy, boss!”
“After a quarter of a century of loyal service in both the Bordeaux and the Burgundy wine business, I can say with certainty that attitudes haven’t changed one iota. Bordeaux wine growers are still considered suspect here in Burgundy. You’ll see that for yourself.”
The winemaker and his assistant hurried back to their rental car, a gray Alfa Romeo. Benjamin handed Virgile the keys. “You drive.”
Virgile slipped behind the steering wheel and stepped on the gas. But even though they were running late, the winemaker had his assistant turn off the main road. “There’s just one more thing that you need to see before we meet with the Lemoines.”
A short time later they reached a tall stone cross. “And here, son, you have the prince of Conti’s vines: the Romanée-Conti.”
“Come on, boss. Even I know they haven’t belonged to a prince of Conti since the French Revolution, when the state seized the land.”
“Okay, okay. I gave in to a little royalist nostalgia. Forgive me. But they were princes du sang, princes of the blood, as close as you could get to the king’s immediate family.”
“Grapes were grown here long before then, boss—as far back as Roman times. Today, this vineyard is part of the DRC, the Domaine de la Romanée-Conti, an estate owned by two families for nearly seventy years.”
Virgile had done his homework, as usual.
“I also know it’s the best of the best,” Virgile continued, doing a U-turn to return to the road leading to town. “But I haven’t had the pleasure of tasting the so-called nectar.”
“You’re very young to qualify for the privilege—only six thousand bottles are produced every year. This is a wine to be appreciated—”
“Yes, I know—when you’re older and wiser. Thanks for the advice.”v
“I didn’t say that. It’s a wine with astonishing complexity. Even I have only a few bottles in my cellar: a couple from 1982 and 1985. I used to have one from 1958, but we had to drink it because it wasn’t the best year for Romanée-Conti. And Elisabeth scrounged up a 1963 for my last birthday. She bought it on the Internet.”
“And it wasn’t a scam auction?”
“Not at all. Admittedly, our Romanée was a bit, how should I say—etiolated. But still, I remember its flamboyant bouquet with aromas of coffee and mocha. A nice concentration and a powerful mouthfeel not yet altered. Okay, I grant you, once it’s opened and left sitting in the bottom of the glass, Romanée loses some of its blue blood.”
Benjamin opened the window and watched the vines go by.
“What about official tastings? Have you done any of those?”
“Of course, and I’ve tasted it from the barrel too.”
“I want details!”
Benjamin glanced at his eager driver. “The children’s author Roald Dahl said of Romanée-Conti: ‘Sense for me this perfume! Breathe this bouquet! Taste it! Drink it! But never try to describe it. It’s impossible to give an account of such delicacy with words!’”
Benjamin reached into his pocket to pull out a cigar but changed his mind. He continued. “Albert de Villaine has worked the domaine for decades, and you can see his deep respect for the land in the way he tends to it. He gives back what he takes out and avoids chemical fertilizers. Believe it or not, he’s replaced some of his heavy equipment with horses. He says the machinery compacts the earth too much.”
Virgile glanced at him. “I’ve read about some of his methods in the magazines, but I’m sure you know more.”
Before the winemaker could respond, he caught sight of the pickers. Unlike the workers he had seen elsewhere, these men and women were harvesting with no humor or enthusiasm.
“Have you noticed how down in the dumps they look?” Virgile asked.
“You’re right, son. I don’t know why. But don’t be fooled. The spirit’s there. Everyone loves and admires Aubert de Villaine. It’s really under him that the wines have reached their full potential. If we have some time, we’ll visit Villaine and DRC’s other owner, Henry-Frédéric Roch. They’re both proud and happy Burgundians.”
“Maybe the Burgundians we’re seeing have spirit deep down, but they look like they’re about to get hailed on.”
“Bite your tongue, Virgile. Never, ever mention hail. Not even in jest. It’s a real threat to the vines around here, even more than in Bordeaux. It’s the Grim Reaper knocking at the door. Some vintners never recover from a hail storm. Some even commit suicide.”
“Hail is always a tragedy, but to kill yourself because of it?”
“I don’t know a single winemaker who complains about paying taxes on his fortune, but hail is tax on misfortune! The most unfair and painful toll there is.”
“That, I can agree with.” No sooner had Virgile said this than he yanked the steering wheel to the right. Benjamin grabbed his seat as the car veered to the shoulder and Virgile slammed on the brakes.
“What, in God’s name, are you doing?”
Virgile didn’t have to answer. A blue van from the local gendarmerie came roaring around a curve and flew past them in a cloud of dust.
“Follow the van, Virgile!”
“Really, boss? I thought we had to get to our appointment.”
“Virgile, I’ve learned to trust my instincts. The Côte d’Or is a small strip of land, but it’s rich in mysteries. Let’s see where this leads us. Maybe we’ll learn something useful.”
Virgile floored the accelerator and caught up with the vehicle, following it to the Saint-Vivant Abbey, which didn’t look like much more than a pile of rubble. When they arrived, they discovered more official vans and officers swarming the place.
As they got out of the car, Benjamin, the history and architecture buff, couldn’t resist annotating their visit. “This used to be a Benedictine abbey. It was built in the eleventh century. Now, as you can see, it’s just deep cellars and ivy-covered walls.”
He approached a young officer who was roping off the area.
“We can’t let you in, sir. This is a crime scene,” he told Benjamin. “We’re waiting for the medical examiner’s people to come and take the body.”
“That’s all I can tell you, sir.”
Benjamin shook his head and motioned to Virgile to return to the car. He was uneasy until they pulled onto Highway 74. A road sign read, “Nuits-Saint-Georges 6.” They had six kilometers to go.