Take note, some of you more bookish of beer-lovers: I’ve been writing in some style parodies the past couple weeks, the most notably of which has been the short ‘homecoming’ essay done in the style of my persona writing hero, Hunter S. Thompson.  While there is no shortage of writers who famously enjoyed excessive amounts of alcohol (Faulkner, Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, James Joyce, I guess mostly all of them?), there were fewer that mainly stuck to beer.  However, there is one who not only preferred beer, but drank it almost exclusively, and wrote about it in great length.
Few would recognize the face, but more would recognize the name of Charles Bukowski.  And as much as I’d like to do a style parody of Ol’ Chuck, there’s just no real way of doing it without coming off as extremely depressing, misanthropic, anti-authority, nihilistic, and downright gutter-mouthed.  Not to deride his work or anything, but this is a family publication (probably?), and I’d rather not risk coming off as a bitter, cursing old degenerate to most, just to appeal to the few that would get the joke.  Besides, it would essentially be me doing “Bukowski-face”, and no one wants that embarrassment.
To give you an idea of his style, you have to take note of the culture he was living in, Los Angeles circa 1960s.  Don’t go thinking this meant it was all Rock n’ Roll and hippies.  Even now, and then as well, there was a great silent majority of blue-collar types.  Factories, docks, rail-yards, all staffed by these people who weren’t quite the ‘disenfranchised’ but more the ‘never-really-thought-to-be-franchised’.  Bukowski didn’t exactly glorify these people, but rather he had the same relationship with them as James Joyce did with Dubliners.  They understood their subjects, for their virtues and vices, and laid them bare and honest.  A mark of a good writer, regardless of style.
Anyway, sorry for the long winded intro, but I at least wanted to perhaps inspire someone to maybe look up quotes or read some poems or short stories rather than just embarrass myself.
I thought I’d round out my coverage of brews from the local Pedernales Brewing Co. with a style that is as essential Texan as it is nominally: the Texas Lager.  While the style may be similar to an American lager, the continent on which the great nation of Texas resides upon, there really are more differences than similarities.  The biggest one: Texas Lagers usually taste good.  Really, there’s more in common with Czech Pilsner than a style largely defined by its adjuncted-up embarrassments of popularity.  Lobo, which is Spanish for wolf, the name for an outer space bounty hunter in comic books, and also of a TV Sheriff, is Pedernales’ answer to the Texas Lager, using a 1910 pre-prohibition recipe.  It’s what you would expect from a good Texas beer; spicy Czech hops, a bit of peppery yeast on the nose, an exceptionally clean and crisp mouth feel, and good Texas Hill Country well water, right from under the brewery itself.  No corny or mealy taste or biting finish here, just a solid, great pale lager.  Amazingly refreshing, and one of the few beers that grab me as something I would sincerely wish to replace more common American Lagers as the ‘default’ beer.
“We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
― Charles Bukowski