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Deenaalee, na’al ts’ik’eh!
Posted in Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel with tags Alaska, Alaska Range, Athabaskan, baby Trump, Denali, Denali National Park, First Nations, Koyukon, National Park Service, the seven summits, United States of America, US politics, William McKinley on January 21, 2025 by xi'anThe Yiddish Policemen’s Union [book review]
Posted in Books, pictures with tags Alaska, book review, books, Denali National Park, First Nations, Hugo Awards, Israel, Locus Award, Nebula Awards, Palestine, refugees, satire, Slattery report, Tlingit, US politics, WW II, Yiddish on December 21, 2023 by xi'an
Read The Yiddish Policemen’s Union a 2007 book by Michael Chabon which most sadly coïncided with the Hamas terrorist attack on 07 October and the ensuing Israeli indiscriminate bombing of the Gaza strip… Indeed, this book is a Yiddish noir novel, but set in an alternate reality where European Jews settled in Alaska rather than in Palestine at the end of WW II in 1946. The story mixes detective work on top of personal issues, as usual in a noir novel, but piles upon this sectarian conflicts, upon the threat of a new exile, upon Zionism, upon chess as a way of life, upon philosophical threads, upon local gastronomy… While the end part is not very convincing (and involves more terrorism within Palestine), the construct is fascinating at the many levels explored by the author. The central, secular, character Meyer Landsman is deeply elaborated and most humane, his surrounding family as well, the murder enquiry is mostly convincing, the dialogues are witty and funny (despite or because of their involving a lot of Yiddish terms, whose lexicon I only discovered after completing the book), the reflections on the paradoxes of a transplanted state centred on a religion are unfortunately sounding quite suited for the current times, the ongoing relation to chess is fundamental, and the imperfect fight of Landsman against fanaticism and predetermination is one to root for. No wonder that the book won the Nebula Award for Best Novel, the Locus Award for Best SF Novel, the Hugo Award for Best Novel, altogether!
a journal of the plague year [lost September reviews]
Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel with tags Alaska, amazon associates, Banff Mountain Festival, book reviews, Bridal Veil, Charlet Moser, Daniel Defoe, Denali, Denali National Park, Eiger, fig-tree, film review, films, French Alps, German TV series, Greek mythology, Heckmair, homecooking, homegrown vegetables, jam, jelly, Journal of the Plague Year, Kandersteg, marmalade, MIchelin starred restaurant, Netflix, north faces, pepper, risotto, squash vine, Switzerland, Université Paris Dauphine on December 12, 2020 by xi'an
Read a (red) book I bought in Chamonix last January (sounds like last century, at the very least!) at the Éditions Guérin bookshop, The Bond, by Simon McCartney, translated in French as The Ghosts from Denali. It starts more or less like a traditional mountain climbing story, with a pair of cocky young climbers attacking a new and difficult route and managing the opening despite severe adverse circumstances, which is what Simon McCartney and Jack Roberts did for the north face of Mount Huntington in Alaska, having run out of food and facing the constant threat of collapsing seracs. It however turns into a inner introspection as McCartney gets stranded on the mythical Eiger Nordwand (just like many before him!) after his large group keeps breaking their Charlet Moser icepicks due to the cold (!) and end up being airlifted. He later manages a Winter climb of the Eiger and reunites with Roberts to attempt the south face of Denali, never climbed before. This is when the book takes off, from the sheer difficulty of the route to the amazing unpreparation of the climbers, to Simon’s cerebral embolism building up and bringing him a hair away from death, to the altruism of several other climbers on the mountain to bring him down from the death zone, especially Bo Kandiko, and to a trauma-induced complete break from climbing when McCartney got out of Anchorage hospital. This is gripping and moving and unbelievable. The book received a Banff Mountain Festival award and no wonder. The story told by McCartney is actually seamlessly completed by diary excerpts by Roberts and Kandiko, where they question their own involvement against the very real danger of dying from staying with McCartney, much more than giving up their own attempt against the deadly mountain. A terrific mountaineering book, truly. As a sad coda, Roberts died ice-climbing Bridal Veil Falls a few days before McCartney’s attempt to reunite with him.
Spent several evenings baking fig jam when returning from the Alps as the fig tree was full! And ended up with a total of 35 jars. Resulting into a full “marmalade closet”, as in the past weeks my mom home-made the same amount of peach jelly and my wife’s mom even more rhubarb marmalade jars. Enough to stand a whole year of lockdown, jam-wise. And ate some of the few but tasty peppers that grew in our garden, for the very first time, despite the welcomed tomato and squash invasion! Also ate a terribly greasy risotto in a supposedly highly noted restaurant…
Started watching Dark on Netflix, a German dark time-travel fiction. But while I enjoyed the complex story, the play of the young actors, and the appeal of watching a show (and a Greek play within the show, with Ariádnê and Thêseús of course!) in German, the endless paradoxes of time-travel and the duration of the series made me stop after a few episodes, the town of Winden keeping most of its mystery for me.

