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a journal of the warmongering year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 14, 2026 by xi'an


R
ead the highly original Die Wand (The Invisible Wall) by Austrian writer Marlen Haushofer. A dystopia where a sole (?) woman find herself isolated from the rest of the World (and its fossilised beings) by a transparent wall. And learns bit by bit how to survive with an Austrian hunting lodge, a cow, a dog and a cat. This is a fantastic book in all senses of the term. From the survivalist aspects, which are always engaging!—and reasonably realistic, albeit I would have used the cow for carrying heavy loads, smoked the meat of the deer shot by the woman, made cheese out of the milk, rather than butter, and turned hazelnuts into flour—, to the psychological damage of loosing human contacts, to the erasure of the wall between this survivor and the animals (with a paradox that is the top spoiler of the book!).

Cooked a sweet potatoes and cocoa cake in preparation for my trail race on La Sainte-Baume, near Marseille. With cocoa made from the beans I had brought back from Guadeloupe last summer. Not particularly tasty, despite a large input of melted cocoa, since I only added a few eggs, no sugar, and no flour, but at least definitely healthy. And, no, it did not impact my speed in the least! And keeping up with cocoa I visited a chocolaterie in Marseille that solely uses Madagascar cocoa beans and offers workshops for making one own’s bars. As well as superlative pure, unsweetened, chocolate drinks.

Watched The Million-Follower Detective, a Taiwanese detective story combined with a superficial reflection on the impact and excesses of influencers. Very heavy going, with an omniscient villain and a cascade of convenient coïncidences.

a journal of the di[y]sruption year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 28, 2026 by xi'an


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ead The Fifth Heart, by Dan Simmons. The same author who wrote the Hyperion Cantos, an impressive creation of a completely alien universe! A winner of both Hugo and Locus Awards. Alas, this book does not belong to the same category. Based on an attractive premise of Henry James meeting Sherlock Holmes, it peters out after a few pages, with no-one at the wheel. The paradox of a famous author meeting a famous character is abandoned after a few pages, Henry James is endlessly wondering about his own writing and position in society, his American friends are all conveniently famous, since they re-enact real characters like John Hay, private secretary of Abraham Lincoln, or the historian Henry Adams. Each new (historical) character comes with a biography complete enough to become a Wikipedia page, just as the geography of each place they visit. The attempt of Henry James at sleuthing is ridiculous and the investigations of both a possible crime (on Adams’s wife, Clover, instead of a suicide) and an anarchist nationwide plot run by… Prof Moriarty are unconvincing. In addition, I find the overall tone of the book highly reactionary and racist, with a fairly long, terrifying, quote from Charles Pearson—unrelated with Karl and Egon—, which could have been intentional to reflect the epoch. But the revisionist approach to the Haymarket massacre adopted by Holmes cannot be seen as such.

Cooked more veg curries and less buckwheat galettes, as my sugar levels went up from the last test! Possibly connected with my intensity training over the period… Still worth trying to cut on high glucose foods! On the home front, I also spent a long morning replacing (and cursing) the (cheap plastic) switch of my vacuum cleaner, despite the guidance of DIY videos where every step seemed so smooth and easy!

Watched the 1995 Western The Quick and the Dead that I found terrible and artificial, despite the collection of famous or soon-famous actors. And a few minutes of two TV Japanese series, SPEC and Silent Truth, not to be continued! As well as skimmed through 96 minutes, a very soapy and un-believable Taiwanese version of Bullet Train Explosion. And listened repeatedly to the guitar adaptation of the Goldberg Variations by Thibaut Garcia & Antoine Morinière, which I first heard on the French Public Radio, France Inter. The pair thought of the project during COVID and had two identical guitars designed and built from the same rosewood tree for the variations. (I have at least six versions of the Goldberg Variations at home, which I discovered via Glenn Gould’s latest interpretation. I remember most fondly driving through Ontario in May 1986, on my way to Ottawa from West Lafayette, and hitting by chance a Canadian radio channel broadcasting the entirety of the 1956 frantic version! As a coïncidence, I found out today—again listening to France Inter and Sophie Marceau—that Thomas Bernhard wrote a novel, Der Untergeher, involving Glenn Gould as one of the characters.)

a journal of the disruption year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 19, 2026 by xi'an


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ead Philip Pullman’s The Rose Dust till the last and final page! The end of a long wait and the conclusion of the trilogy… I have mixed feelings about this ending. I enjoyed most of the book with its alternative 1930’s impressions and the chaotic trek through an imaginary Middle East, but the story itself is lacking structure and strength. Especially for the final hundred pages, where the pace changed, slowing down as if to delay the finale. Suddenly the style became heavy, the story unconvincing, the characters more and more verbose, and the pages overloaded with mostly meaningless info-dump. (Warning: spoilers!) The worst was during the passage of the main characters into one alternative world, with an even heavier go at conglomerates like TP and the destruction of the rose fields and the old ways. Now that I have finished the book, I have no clear understanding of the nature of “Dust”, the importance of the rose fields, and the reasons for the actions of most of the characters… 

Cooked Brussels sprouts on 31 January, when else?! With hardly any bitterness left, once grilled! And a week-lasting vegetable curry with plenty of mushrooms and onions (and chili) while in Warwick, with the addition of a ready-made Jalfrezi sauce that proved way too mild (and originates from the British Raj, rather than genuine Bengali cuisine). As did an otherwise fantastic fish curry at Kayal, the reference Kerala cuisine in Leamington Spa and a favourite of mine in the area (along with the Korean barbecue in Coventry!). A week that also reached 100km of running, thanks to evening sessions, in preparation for the Sainte Baume trail. I also went through a scary NYT piece on the rise of food delivery in the US urban areas. With the disturbing impacts on health, budgets, pollution, socialisation, and the new Lumpenproletariat of delivery drivers. (The nadir being this story of a data analyst working a second job as a food delivery driver to pay off his debt from ordering too much food delivery! Not the most efficient data analyst around, then!)

Watched the 2018 Japanese TV show Unnatural (for Unnatural Death Investigation Laboratory, UDI Lab), featuring a group of forensic scientists with enough personal issues to feed the ten episodes. Very light despite the setting, always far from realistic, but rather homely and pleasant for its (indirect) depiction of modern societal issues in Japan.

a journal of the imperial centuries

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 9, 2026 by xi'an

Over my trip to Rome, I managed to finish Titanium Noir, a science-fiction novel by Nick Harkaway, about an old-school detective trying to solve a murder in a society where a happy fews can become Titans, enhanced humans (aka transhumans) with larger bodies and higher life expectancy, except when they get killed of course. This is a rather enjoyable book, even though the science-fiction part does not play so well, since almost everything sounds like it was the 50’s, the 1950’s! Even the dialogues, which are somewhat outdated (no one uses gumshoe anymore!). But apart from that, the detective work is enough of a page turner and the final twist not completely predictable. Enjoyable maybe not to the point of continuing the series, since the twist cannot happens twice! Also read the very short novella Human Resources by Adrian Tchaikovsky, hugely if shortly disappointing!

Cooked winter standards (at home) like butternut soup and pulled pork. And pissaladière. Had two meals made of tonnarelli pasta, while 25H in Rome, a square variant to the spaghetti. One before strolling to the Fori Romani to watch the most recent excavations. And to admire the new Colosseo-Fori Imperiali metro station (with reconstituted household wells! And exhibits of objects found at their bottom).

Unrelated, but I watched MIU 404, a rather silly police series set in Tokyo, whose main appeals resides in exposing some issues in the modern Japanese society, like stalking or the status of migrants. But don’t expect realistic resolutions of the crime(s) motivating each episode…

a journal of the invasion year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 24, 2026 by xi'an

Read The Backcountry Rescue Squad at America’s Busiest National Park, a New Yorker long article about a non-profit called BUSAR, for Backcountry Unit Search and Rescue, handling complex search and rescue operations in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park (or Smokies). As usual with the New Yorker  articles, very engaging and well-written! (Which is why I keep reading the journal from the day I discovered it at Ann & George Casella’s home.) Following a visit to the House of Japan in Paris for the Isao Takahata exhibit, where its maps were displayed in the entrance hall, I also read the (French) BD Tokyo Sanpo (sanpo meaning a leisurely stroll or walk) by Florent Chavouet, a travel graphical diary (from a map-addict, like me!) of a yearlong stay in Tokyo that is highly original and beautifully drawn, but practically useless as a travel guide since it was written in 2006. And does not include the most popular districts of Tokyo. (Some of the comments are unpleasant and insensitive to cultural differences, though!)

Cooked buckwheat pancakes in muffin trays, while roasting almonds for butter. Turned out edible esp. with leftover tarama (fish roe) jars bought for the Xmas break, if not particularly nice-looking. And avoided most of the office galette des rois parties plaguing the first weeks of January! (Which would have been detrimental to my current training program, starting with a 95km week over the break.)

Watched with some (moderate) expectations the Apple TV Murderbot, inspired from the fantastic Murderbot diaries by Martha Wells, which did not meet said expectations! The humans in the team sounded and acted too idiotically. And the special effects were quite lame. (But checking the synopsis of the original All Systems Red showed a closed proximity between the book and the show, meaning my own memory units may have been corrupted!)