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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 discovery of wromynce

Posted in Books, Travel, University life with tags , , , on March 4, 2018 by xi'an

While recovering from this minor food poisoning bout in Oxford the other week, I took a break by having an early night after my class and reading a book hurriedly purchase from a local bookstore, A Discovery of Witches, by Deborah Harkness, which title sounded (wrongly) familiar, and which turned out to be a soapy wromynce (my own mix of witch, vampyre, and romance…) involving a reluctant witch and a very ancient vampyre falling in love against the eternal rules of their respective communities. Including all imaginable clichés on these creatures, like enormous wealth, superior intelligence, involvement into human history, science, arts, politics, &tc., since the dawn of time (at the very least). The style is appalling, with one dimensional characters and less-than-one-dimension plots, a hotchpotch of alchemy and the most advanced science, of historical facts and of the most threadbare conspiracy theories, the main character oscillating between the rational, precocious, sport-obsessed, Oxford academic and a Harlequin-like damsel-in-distress having lost her intellectual pursuits… As in La Belle Sauvage, the book has a strong connection with Oxford and its colleges at the beginning of the book that may make for an extra incentive, but it was a relief to abandon the unfinished book there before returning to Paris|