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a journal of the conquest, war, famine, death, and chaos year

Posted in Books, Kids, pictures, Running, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 15, 2024 by xi'an

Had to find a fifth horseman of the Apocalypse for 2024, and figured out that Terry Pratchett was the ultimate expert on these characters, witness

“The Four Horsemen whose Ride presages the end of the world are known to be Death, War, Famine, and Pestilence. But even less significant events have their own Horsemen. For example, the Four Horsemen of the Common Cold are Sniffles, Chesty, Nostril, and Lack of Tissues; the Four Horsemen whose appearance foreshadows any public holiday are Storm, Gales, Sleet, and Contra-flow.” Terry Pratchet, Interesting Times

Hence followed suit when he signaled Chaos as the fifth (part-time) horseman. In Thief of Time. (Incidentally, I do not remember ever finishing a single book from his Discworld series, despite several attempts and encouragements from fellow readers.) With the precision of “not [being] the chaos which can be used to draw pretty Mandelbrot patterns”.

Read The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon. While I did not like much the author’s later The Priory of the Orange Tree, bought in one of the many Montréal bookstores and read by Lac Saint-Jean, which I found very shallow and predictable [the book, not the lake!], with most of the tropes of the genre (e.g., ninja-like fighters, heroes uncovering long-lost magical artefacts, super-evil entity about to return to life/power, a few predestined characters saving the Universe), unrealistic events, all-too-convenient coincidences, with little efforts put in the construction of the world, of the magical rules, or of the political structure, I still picked this rather heavy volume in a St Kilda bookstore, in [misguided] prevision for the flight back to Paris and read it later over the Winter solstice break. It is actually much better and enjoyable, in terms of world building for certain, involving a modified history of our World, mostly Britain and Ireland, with a non-human dominant species in the background, a no-man’s land gothic Oxford surrounded by zombies (?), and a part of humanity endowed with paranormal powers. The characters have some depth as well, even when remaining somehow predictable and often repetitive, and the scenario is mostly solid, apart from the unraveling finale. (The Guardian pointed out a direct filiation to Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre, which I certainly did not see coming.) I am unsure I am ready for the next six volumes in the series, though!

Watched Gyeongseong, a Korean TV series that is a mix of horror, period, WW II, sadistic, mad scientists, nationalist, colonialist, family, survival, love, comical, soapy, teary stories all at once! Gyeongseong [경성, capital city] being the name of Seoul during the Japanese occupation and the entire series takes place in a recreated city that resembles the one in other period series I watched. Still enjoyable with a complete suspension of belief (as the scenario accumulates convenient coincidences, clueless Japanese occupiers, and bullet proof main characters) and the acceptance of the cartoonesque nature of fights and innumerable deaths.

the fractalist

Posted in Statistics with tags , , , , , , on November 8, 2012 by xi'an

Definitely a cool—if borderline hairy—cover…! I have not read The Fractalist, which is an auto-biography of Benoît Mandelbrot, who passed away in 2010. (The title itself is not bad either, ringing both of fatalist as in Diderot, and catalyst as in, er… catalyst! I do not know if it was suggested by Mandelbrot himself or by an editor after he passed away.) It was however mentioned in a book review I read in the New York Times on my way back to Paris. The reviewer, Dwight Garner, is rather critical of the memoir:

`To read “The Fractalist” is to examine a brain — Mandelbrot’s — that can seem to reside in a jar. There is almost nothing about his wife, his two sons or his other interests (if he had any), besides music. His ego is perhaps too apparent. To put my complaints in Mandelbrotian terms, this book lacks a sort of glorious roughness. It reads like a lightly annotated curriculum vitae.’

and states in the final paragraph that `Beautiful minds don’t always write beautiful books. Life isn’t fair that way.‘ I am thus rather reserved about writing a CHANCE review of this book, esp. because I never came close to use any of Mandelbrot’s work. Now, if any ‘Og reader is interested in writing such a review, send it to me and I will consider it with the utmost attention! (Just to be crystal-clear on this: I have not received a copy of The Fractalist from the editor and do not plan to request one. So potential reviewers will have to purchase the book on their own funds.)