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a journal of the elderberry father

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 15, 2025 by xi'an

Read The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet by David Mitchell, which takes place in 1799 at the Dutch East India Company trading post Dejima in Nagasaki, with Jacob de Zoet being a young Dutch trader. There are a lot of threads, from the Tokugawa closure of Japan to foreigners (called sakoku), to the hidden Christians, to the mutual xenophobia of Dutch and Japanese officials, to the emergence of a global commercial system (with de Zoet carrying Adam Smith in his travel box), to supernatural powers of zen monks, &tc., &tc… As The Guardian puts it,  “the final effect is confused. The main problem seems to be that Mitchell hasn’t decided if he’s writing a straight historical novel, a grandly themed fable or a cheerfully trashy romp.” Also read a BD taking on Animal Farm, called Animal Castle where the dictator is a massive bull and the enforcers Dobermanns. With a modern twist and both humour and resistance in the face of tyranny.

Made more rhubarb preserve, more galettes and more almond butter. Of which the later may have costed me dear since a parking car presumably damaged my most useful bike to a point of no repair, while I was purchasing those almonds. (I ended up find a used and cheap version of my light city bike to be cannibalised for parts.) I also tried to make the galettes on a traditional cast iron billig (pancake pan), but could not keep the galettes from sticking. And became a Holy Grail father by making a jar of elderberry jelly out of the berries growing from an old elder in our garden, a first attempt if the last type of berry I made use of! It proved rather time-consuming from collecting the berries on high branches to combing them from the stems, to cleaning them and to finally press them into a juice (that need be well-boiled to avoid poisonous cyanide effects!). Also made a few jars of blackberry jam out of invading vines from a deceased neighbour’s garden, which took about a tenth of the time necessary for the elderberry jelly.

Watched Old Guard 2, irremediably terrible (in The Guardian‘s terms, “this delayed Netflix sequel is an incomplete mess”). And the 2009 Japanese series Jin, another time-trap scenario when a character gets sucked into an earlier era (1860’s Edo Japan in this case) and brings changes while trying to avoid impacting the current era. As a neurosurgeon having to fight cholera with no drugs. Enjoyable enough, with a crazy samurai reminding me of Mifune Toshirō.  Apart the soapy parts and the long periods when the surgeon stares at the sun (without turning blind). But not as funny as the South Korean Mr. Queen. However it made me aware of the time when the Tokugawa shogunate ended and the Meiji Imperial Government took over. The characters include historical figures like Katsu Kaishū and Sakamoto Ryōma. I also discovered how much France and Britain were involved in this transition.

a journal of the conquest, war, famine, and death [definitely new] year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 7, 2024 by xi'an

Read some graphical novels over the Yule break, incl. the new volume in the endless Thorgal series, Adieu Aricia, created by a master of heroic fantasy comics, Recht Robin,  L’Art de la guerre, a refreshing if light pastiche of Blake & Mortimer drawn by Floc’h, far from the E.P. Jacob ligne claire (following another one by another master of Belgian comics, Schuiten, Le Dernier Pharaon), and Le Monde sans fin, by Blain & Jancovici, a best seller retracing the central importance of energy in evolution and the urgent need to change the entire societal software (if a bit heavy handed).

Cooked little while being away, except for a Flemish red cabbage stew and a batch of mini buckwheat galettes, and fortunately escaped the huge meals that usually plague this time of year. Avoided as well some viral issues with French oysters, despite enjoying several servings of Norman origin. While in Aubrac, has a taste of the local beef, the well-named… Aubrac breed, whose herds are raised on this immense and treeless plateau during the warmer months. Most crucially, we enjoyed very much the few days we spent there in a remote farm with no Internet, great company, long trail runs, and simple home-made dinners. (Foodwise, the difference of food prices on the local markets like Saint-Chély d’Apcher when compared with Paris and its suburb was noticeable, if not a major surprise, meaning we brought back home a month worth of local cheese.)

Watched Chicken Run #2 with my kids, which I found heavy handed and predictable, even on a 25 December afternoon, if admirable stop motion animation by the Bristol based Aardman studios, Rebel Moon by myself, just a terrible mix of existing space operas, with frankly embarrassing moments (like the disguised horses, the Warhammer-ish fights, and the final scene when the band is carelessly crushing through a wheat field)  and Blue Eye Samurai with the whole family. The latter is a French-American anime set in Japan, around the Great Furisode Fire of 1657 in Edo and the expulsion of foreigners from Japan by the Tokugawa shogunate. Graphically beautiful, Great except for the dialogues being in English, the cubist way horses are drawn and for some historical inaccuracy.

Kimono exhibition

Posted in pictures, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 7, 2023 by xi'an

Taking advantage of the 01 May break and a relatively low density of people in Paris, we went to the Musée du Quai Branly to see a soon to close exhibit on kimonos, with many pieces loaned from Japanese collections, through an exhibit designed by the Victoria and Albert Museum in London. The collection is amazing, especially the most historical part, and illustrates the complex social codes behind this seemingly simple garnment, from a huge variety of materials and techniques, to the Edo era restrictions on whom could wear which type and which printing. And the subtle subversions from the merchant class (and actors, as for this 19th “I do not care” kimono that reminded me of a much more recent outcry!). Highly enjoyable (if slightly crowded!).

Rashomon, plus 47 ronins, plus…

Posted in Books, Kids, pictures, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 26, 2020 by xi'an

Another chance encounter (on Amazon) led me to read a graphical novel entitled Rashōmon, by Victor Santos. Which uses the same short stories from Ryūnosuke Akutagawa as Akira Kurosawa in his superlative film, if not with the same intensity. (The very first sentences are inspired from the first pages of the book, though.) And in a second part builds upon the tale of the 47 rônins which I read last summer in Koyasan. Plus a possible appearance of Miyamato Mushashi, the great 17th Century swordsman (depicted in two wonderful novels by Eiji Yoshikawa). While this is historically impossible, since Rashōmon takes place in the 12th Century and the 47 rônins acted in 1702, the theme cementing the story is the presence of a detective named Heigo Kobayashi, who “solves” both crimes but is nonetheless outsmarted by the novel “femme fatale”… Without a clear explanation as to how she did it.

While I found the rendering rather entertaining, with an original if convoluted drawing style, I was rather disappointed at the simplistic and Westernised adaptation of the subtle stories into a detective story. Calling upon (anachronic) ninjas as if the historical setting per se was not exotic enough. And the oddly modified role of the main female character into an Hammet-like heroin kills the ambivalence that is central to both Akutagawa’s and Kurosawa’s versions.