It hardly seems possible…
// August 18th, 2006 // 1 Comment » // inspiration
but humanity once suffered a dire existence devoid of informal pre-dinner pleasantries or social exchanges. Imagine arriving to your gracious hosts’ abode and proceeding directly to the dining hall…sober! Do you reach? Imagine a world without the little black cocktail dress. Imagine a world without (this may be a good time to find a sofa or bed on which to faint) cocktail parties! I think few of us truly can understand the weight of this situation.
Fortunately for all of us living in the twenty-first century British novelist and man-about-town Alec Waugh (Island in the Sun, 1957) spied a gapping spirit-free hole in the socialite’s daily planner. This groovy gent is credited with inventing the cocktail party while living in London in the 1920’s. He went on to spread the saucy good word around the globe while hanging his hat overseas in various exotic locales including, coincidently, Tangier, Morocco, a lifestyle afforded to him by his wealthy American wife Virginia Sorenson.

In addition to his many novels on such heavy topics as race relations and sexual identity, Alec is known for penning In Praise of Wine & Certain Noble Spirits (1959), an amusing and discursive guide to the major wine types, and Wines and Spirits, a 1968 book in the Time-Life series Foods of the World.
“I am prepared to believe that a dry martini slightly impairs the palate, but think what it does for the soul.”
- Alec Waugh, In Praise of Wine &Certain Noble Spirits (1959)









