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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 disruption year

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


R
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.

maths as catchy background [and no further future for humanity]

Posted in Books, pictures, University life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 11, 2024 by xi'an

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

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 10, 2024 by xi'an

Read John Scalzi’s Head On, which is set in the same future America as Lock In, involving again the Halden syndrome patients forced to live by remotely operating robots (threeps) and introducing an extreme form of American football adapted to these patients, since they cannot be injured when their threep is. (Not as in the terrible 1975 dystopic Rollerball, which was supposedly taking place in… 2018!). The two main FBI detectives are the same as in Lock In, with great and funny dialogues but with mostly dialogues!, and a surprising disregard for team work and reporting to their hierarchy. My conclusion of the review of Lock In thus stands:

“the Halden detective conveniently happens to be the son of a very influential ex-basketball-player and hence to meet all the characters involved in the plot. This is pleasant but somewhat thin with a limited number of players considering the issues at stake and a rather artificial ending.”

Starting to cook a matcha rice pudding as an experiment, which proved successful in keeping both the matcha taste ad the rice pudding texture, and in lowering considerably the input of sugar [from which I must shy] in the recipe. (In all honesty, I actually used an organic substitute to matcha, grown and made in China!)

Found out while going to a repair shop for a brake replacement that my second bike (the one that I can leave locked in the street for a few hours!) was in such a bad state that I should not drive it. The wheels had indeed lost most of their material at the level of the brakes, due to alien, abrasive, material getting stuck inside the brake pads. My nearby repair shop was clearly uninterested in repairing a cheap, ten year old, bike and gave me a quote that was larger than my original purchase amount. I thus found a Décathlon store nearby PariSanté campus and brought back a new wheel attached to my backpack, which proved more manageable than dreaded!

Watched in the nearby cinema A Man (ある男) by Kei Ishikawa, based on a book with the same title by Keiichiro Hirano, that won the Yomiuri Prize for Literature.  (The main actress Sakura Ando also played a central role in the fantastic Cannes Palme d’Or winner Shoplifters.) I went thinking it would be a psychological thriller, but it proved me wrong, as the movie is much more about self identity, intimacy, and societal prejudices, than a detective story about usurped identity. The pace is deliberately slow and the director light, impressionist, touch gives depth and freedom to the characters, while keeping some of the mysteries behind the story open. I really enjoyed the film, which was the first time I had returned to a cinema since watching a Jim Harrison documentary in 2022. I also discovered thanks to the beginning and final scenes an infinitely deep René Magritte’s painting, La Reproduction Interdite, which I had never seen, and which was a perfect still for the film message.

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.