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a journal of the Hugo year (ter)

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 21, 2026 by xi'an

Read part of another Hugo best novel contender, Death of the Author by Nnedi Okorafor, which is about a writer getting suddenly famous for an original novel of (voluntarily) rusty robots, but this was too much of an infinite mirror (and too little speculative fiction) that I gave up a third of the way, before anything speculative happened…. And the Hugo (hopeful) novella The Summer War by Naomi Novik, nice tale à la Grimm if not particularly deep. And another Hugo nominated novel The Incandescent by Emily Tesh, a magical boarding school à la Harry Potter, enjoyable enough if missing in villeins besides demons! However, the constant whine of the head teacher about her duties, the glorification of the English boarding school model, and the fixation on the A levels and on getting to Oxford are weighting down my vote… And the Hugo novelette The Girl That My Mother Is Leaving Me For by Cameron Reed, with little appeal. Lots of books, thanks to this long-lasting spell of jetlag!

Cooked cold soba noodles for the week in Nagoya, And (alas!) enjoyed eels in the local histumabashi format. Alas because I discovered afterwards that eels are dramatically threatened to extinction. Given that the fisheries rely on wild eels for the most part.

Watched the whole season of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms in the plane to Tokyo, set in the Game of Thrones universe and quite engaging, even though the (edge) knight’s naïvety is exaggerated, while the scenario shifts suspend belief way too much and too often. The absurd brutality of medieval jousts and tournaments is rendered in strongest terms (but I did not faint!). Reminding me of Scott’s Last Duel.

 

a journal of the Hugo year (bis)

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 12, 2026 by xi'an


R
ead another Hugo best novel contender, A Drop of Corruption, by  Robert Jackson Bennett, although I had to buy it since it was not part of the LACon package. (At a negligible price for Kindles on Amazon.) Even had it been out of the shortlist, I would have read this book as soon as I became aware of its existence! At this stage of my reading through the shortlisted novels, it figures at the top. It continues on the highly original construct in volume #1, with enough originality in the structure of the land, the organisation of the Empire, the role of leviathans as providers of drugs and treatments, and the past story of both investigators, Ana and Din. The idea of the Shroud is brilliant and having to wait for hundreds of pages to get an insider’s view so frustrating! The hunt for the central villain runs the entire book and the omniscient character feels a bit over-stretched at times, with much infodump, but the final impressions I got from this fantastic book remain highly positive and I am eagerly looking forward the incoming third volume.

Cooked mostly cold salads to cope with the heat waves, except for a batch of vegetable samosas to make use of leftover filo pastry and ageing potatoes. And repeated bowls of rhubarb preserve since this is the time of year when they are readily available at the local market. On said market, my favourite fishmonger gave me a monkfish liver just to try and it proved quite the delicacy, while easy to prepare.

Watched Season 3 of Night Agent, the Bournesque Secret Service action series, which is as addictive as a bowl of peanuts!, despite the many suspensions of belief required by the convenient coïncidences and the repeated red herrings. Possibly better than Season 2 thanks to the depth of several characters.

a journal of the Aregenua years

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 10, 2026 by xi'an

Read The Moth Diaries, by Rachel Klein, presumably following a recommendation in The Guardian or on Tor’s Reactor blog. This is a 2002 book, labelled as gothic horror by the review I read then. However, there is little horror in the novel and much more of a  diffracted snapshot of a perturbed pupil at a US boarding school, traumatised by the suicide of her father. As the story is told through and only through the diary of that pupil, most facts being reported second-hand and not always coherently, it becomes quickly impossible to separate truth from fantasy, especially the veracity of another pupil being a vampire. Or just the new best friend of the narrator’s former best friend. Which makes the book much more interesting, if unsettling. (Especially regarding how a sexual assault by a teacher on the pupil is not reported by her as such.)

During a May 01 trip to Caen, if not for the half-marathon, next month!, I visited the nearby fish market in Courseulle, where I tasted fantastic, local, oysters, possibly at the height of their growth, despite the warning to avoid oysters in months without R’s! I also taught a restaurant waiter how to make affogato! And visited the amazing archaeological site of Aregenua, in the tiny village of Vieux, of which I had never heard. This Gallo-Roman city was the centre of local power in the early centuries, when Caen hardly existed, with 5000 inhabitants, temples, a forum and a theatre. All of which gradually vanished in the Dark Ages… The site is now protected from pilfering, but a large fraction remains un-escavated. (Too bad the museum boutique was not selling garum!)

Watched some episodes of The Night Agent (2), rather efficient copycat of the Bourne movies, but also requiring a huge suspension of belief in its accumulation of coincidences and the ability of the agents to operate in completely new environments. With a completely implausible reception at the Iranian Embassy. (And a DGSE agent with an awful French.) But the tension in the cat & mouse “game” is there, to the point I had to split episodes when it got too intense!

how to qualify a State where…

Posted in Kids, pictures, Statistics, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 8, 2026 by xi'an
  • death penalty by firing squads is being reinstated
  • foreign, extra-judiciary, State killings are praised by the highest levels of the administration
  • counter-powers and political opponents are threatened with legal action
  • local and national bodies are actively and aggressively pursuing voter suppression tactics
  • scientific bodies are silenced to cater to anti-vaxers and anti-abortion organisations
  • avoidable mortality rose from 2009 to 2021, while it declined in most other high-income countries
  • the judiciary and the legislature are silenced
  • a former F.B.I. director is indicted for a Instagram image of seashells
  • the President pushes for a personality cult (e.g., posting his picture on passports, creating an gallery of presidential portraits demeaning his predecessors and extolling himself, and broadcasting images of himself as an healing Christ),
  • threatens to destroy a millenial civilization,
  • and intends to build an triumphal arch that competes with Napoléon’s Arc de Triomphe
  • the Vice President gives theology lessons to the Pope
  • the Defence Department is renamed the Department of War
  • and its secretary is invoking divine sanction for illegal, criminal, military actions, if confusing quotes from the bible with quotes from Pulp Fiction

Strikingly, Mother Jones draws a strong parallel between the grievances against King George III in the Declaration of Independence and the above…

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.