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a journal of the chaos⁺⁺⁺ year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 25, 2025 by xi'an

Read a second volume of Caimh McDonnell’s first Dublin trilogy, The Day That Never Comes, which I found a huge disappointment, from mixing too many stories and situations to the slow pace of the scenario, to the annoying childishness of the main characters, to the tired jokes and idiosyncrasies, to the once again unrealistic conclusion. I am not contemplating going through the following tomes. I also read over a weekend the last volume of Pascale Quiviger’s Le Royaume de Pierre d’Angle, Courage, which concludes this (YA?) fantasy novel. A little disappointed by this very long volume, even more than little… Part of the story is very secondary, even useless, and we quickly get tired of the fights between Jacquard and Victoire, as well as of the mistreatment of the entire castle staff by both of them. The lack of realism of the Pierre d’Angle universe is even more glaring in this volume, because of its inability both to provide the resources of a court like Louis XIV’s and to hide rebel orders. The resolution of the Catastrophe is even more disappointing. Both simplistic and incomplete, with aspects remindful of Italo Calvino’s novels, but which don’t stick.

Cooked a huge cabbage curry for my week in Les Houches, with chickpeas whose water (aquafaba) I recycled into the base of a vegan chocolate mousse as earlier visitors had left a box of powdered cocoa in the flat. And cooked morning crêpes there  (with a vengeance!) when the local bakery did not accept credit card payments for a baguette! Also went to a farmers’ market near the workshop hotel to buy sourdough, only to find that the dozens of loaves in the hall were all reserved but for one. But came back with a wild thyme crêpe offered by the baker.

Watched The boy and the heron, a Miyazaki anime on a fantastic quest of an orphaned boy to find a place in his recompose family. The drawings are beautiful but I alas find the story rather simplistic, with the boy’s attitude difficult to analyse and no critical position on the ongoing war (despite the boy’s father’s factory producing domes for Zero fighters).

the ocean at the end of the lane [book review]

Posted in Books, Kids, pictures, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 24, 2018 by xi'an

While in Vancouver, waiting for a friend at the Waterfront ferry station, we entered the Simon Fraser University bookshop across the street. This was a most disconcerting experience in that the bookstore contained essentially no book! Just a tiny bookshelf with local authors and another one with a medley of genres. Including Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane. Which I bought against my better judgement as I had tried to read American Dogs years ago and failed. (But liked very much Neverwhere, again a chance occurrence on a bookstore shelf!) As I started reading the book on the ferry to Vancouver Island, hence on the Pacific Ocean!, I first thought this was about the author’s childhood in rural Sussex, with no other friends than his books, finding some ways to relate to the story of a modest household in the early 60’s, only to be interrupted by three whales swimming along the ferry route. The cheek of them! When I picked up the short novel later in Tofino (with Tonkin Beach above), reality started to unravel (in the book!) and horror to creep in (!). Without getting into spoilers, the  other world or old country starts appearing to the narrator, a seven year old, with about everything taking another and sinister meaning. And no-one else in his household paying any attention to his warnings. What I really enjoy in the book is the sheer ambiguity of the tale, where one cannot be sure this is pure fantasy made up by a lonely seven year old who strongly dislikes a new nanny and is impacted by his parents’ relationship, or an opening into that alternate reality and its dangers that he and only he is able to enter. The book never concludes and this is a strength of the story. Which works for both adult and children readers. It also reminded me of Miyazaki’s Chihiro Spirited Away (千と千尋の神隠し), in that the supernatural beings here and there are neither evil nor good but simply utterly alien. (This fantastic² movie is considered by my daughter as the most traumatic one she ever saw as a child!) Concluding about the book, this was a very good read, somewhat on the light side although full of forking paths.