Funny, I liked this book at first. I was a little thrown off (as I was intended to be) by shifts between characters and time-frames. My usual approach when I encounter this kind of writing is to put myself at the author's mercy, hoping things will be tied together and that the end result will be worth the discomfort of reading something written this way. Well, the ends get tied together, but I was disappointed with the whole. I felt as if the author kept trying to impress me with how very "artistic" her writing could be, while failing to tell me a story that meritted this kind of treatment. "Black Wine" tells the story of four generations of women trying to choose their own destinies or avoid responsibility, depending on how you view the plot. Yes, there is a fair amount of sex, all of it integral to the plot and characterizations. But while the characters initially intrigued me, they all seemed to fizzle out sooner or later. A more minor gripe: the book is being heavily marketed to a U.S. audience, but its editorial conventions don't conform to U.S. standards--I got really tired of seeing the term "no one" hyphenated. On a literary level, the editing failed to pull this book together and help it move beyond the realm of pretentiousness. "Black Wine" isn't a terrible book, but it didn't seem to offer a whole lot of insight into anything except the author's ego. It caught my attention, but it didn't seduce me or give me anything new to think about.