Cheryll Barron

Cheryll Aimee Barron is a British author and journalist living in America who has returned to literary travel writing after an unplanned absence.

The New York Times:

‘[A] sensitive writer of considerable erudition, with a fine ear for dialogue and nuance.’

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The San Francisco Examiner:

‘[A] cheeky, hip and richly detailed exploration of how foreigners haveinfluenced the famous valley . . . an unvarnished look at the valley’s

fascinating, multinational residents.’

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The San Jose Mercury News:

‘[E]ntertaining stream-side reading. . . Barron brings a cosmopolitan eye to her task. Her portraits of the famous and not so, and her takes on the valley’s architectural eclecticism are refreshing and stylish. . . [Her] conversations with such wine barons as Andre Tchelistcheff, the aristocratic white Russian who is credited with initiating the valley’s modern era of winemaking, and Christian Mouiex, the ‘meticulously groomed’ head of Chateau Petrus who doesn’t hesitate to send back a luncheon appetizer of carpaccio that appears at his table with – horrors! – mustard instead of olive oil, are wickedly on target.’

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Buzz Magazine:

‘Forget about the Magic Kingdom. California’s ultimate fantasyland may be the wine country north of San Francisco. In Dreamers of the Valley of Plenty, Cheryll Aimée Barron takes readers on the definitive tour, with intoxicating writing that makes armchair traveling nearly as satisfying as the real thing.’

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The Providence Journal-Bulletin:

‘The pleasure is in Barron’s wit and the quality of her writing . . . My wife, who would never consider looking inside The Wine Spectator, is eagerly reading this book. And, funny thing, she’s asking to taste the wines.’

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The novelist and essayist Ivan Doig (on the dust jacket):

‘Cheryll Aimée Barron writes with the wicked good humor of an anthropologist attuned to a tribe who swirl a mysterious fluid in a glass and declare it ‘playful but hardy.’ Her vivacious portrait of the Napa Valley reminds us that the American West can be as rarefied and heady as wine.’