Archive for mystery novel

a journal of the imperial centuries

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 9, 2026 by xi'an

Over my trip to Rome, I managed to finish Titanium Noir, a science-fiction novel by Nick Harkaway, about an old-school detective trying to solve a murder in a society where a happy fews can become Titans, enhanced humans (aka transhumans) with larger bodies and higher life expectancy, except when they get killed of course. This is a rather enjoyable book, even though the science-fiction part does not play so well, since almost everything sounds like it was the 50’s, the 1950’s! Even the dialogues, which are somewhat outdated (no one uses gumshoe anymore!). But apart from that, the detective work is enough of a page turner and the final twist not completely predictable. Enjoyable maybe not to the point of continuing the series, since the twist cannot happens twice! Also read the very short novella Human Resources by Adrian Tchaikovsky, hugely if shortly disappointing!

Cooked winter standards (at home) like butternut soup and pulled pork. And pissaladière. Had two meals made of tonnarelli pasta, while 25H in Rome, a square variant to the spaghetti. One before strolling to the Fori Romani to watch the most recent excavations. And to admire the new Colosseo-Fori Imperiali metro station (with reconstituted household wells! And exhibits of objects found at their bottom).

Unrelated, but I watched MIU 404, a rather silly police series set in Tokyo, whose main appeals resides in exposing some issues in the modern Japanese society, like stalking or the status of migrants. But don’t expect realistic resolutions of the crime(s) motivating each episode…

a journal of the invasion year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 24, 2026 by xi'an

Read The Backcountry Rescue Squad at America’s Busiest National Park, a New Yorker long article about a non-profit called BUSAR, for Backcountry Unit Search and Rescue, handling complex search and rescue operations in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park (or Smokies). As usual with the New Yorker  articles, very engaging and well-written! (Which is why I keep reading the journal from the day I discovered it at Ann & George Casella’s home.) Following a visit to the House of Japan in Paris for the Isao Takahata exhibit, where its maps were displayed in the entrance hall, I also read the (French) BD Tokyo Sanpo (sanpo meaning a leisurely stroll or walk) by Florent Chavouet, a travel graphical diary (from a map-addict, like me!) of a yearlong stay in Tokyo that is highly original and beautifully drawn, but practically useless as a travel guide since it was written in 2006. And does not include the most popular districts of Tokyo. (Some of the comments are unpleasant and insensitive to cultural differences, though!)

Cooked buckwheat pancakes in muffin trays, while roasting almonds for butter. Turned out edible esp. with leftover tarama (fish roe) jars bought for the Xmas break, if not particularly nice-looking. And avoided most of the office galette des rois parties plaguing the first weeks of January! (Which would have been detrimental to my current training program, starting with a 95km week over the break.)

Watched with some (moderate) expectations the Apple TV Murderbot, inspired from the fantastic Murderbot diaries by Martha Wells, which did not meet said expectations! The humans in the team sounded and acted too idiotically. And the special effects were quite lame. (But checking the synopsis of the original All Systems Red showed a closed proximity between the book and the show, meaning my own memory units may have been corrupted!)

a journal of the invasion year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 17, 2026 by xi'an

Read The Tainted Cup, by Robert Jackson Bennett, which I enjoyed tremendously. Admittedly, and paradoxically, it belongs to a highly specialised niche, namely the one of murder mysteries in fantasy settings. Paradoxically, because in a fantasy universe, anything can prove true (and the opposite), which makes uncovering the murderer(s) an impossible task (for the readers). But the author manages to make the story into a page turner, while unfolding the specifics of the local universe without massive infodump. And creating fully-fleshed characters, esp. the main investigator and her rookie assistant. I am definitely looking forward the continuation of the sleuthing adventures of the pair and comforted that the book won the 2025 Hugo [Best Novel] Award! (And this made me reminiscing of other great fantasy mysteries, like Gideon the Ninth, A Master of Djinn, the Bobby Dollar trilogy, as well as several Kingfisher‘s books.) I also read the BD Petites coupures à Shioguni (Small denominations in Shioguni) by Florent Chavouet, a Japanese gangster story with a truly original style and a relatively convincing scenario.

Prepared several kilos of local (sea) scallops during our Norman vacations, which is easier than preparing oysters but messier since the shells may be full of sand. Also failed my first chocolate mousse of the year, mostly due to eggs being too cold and solidifying the barely melted chocolate as a result.

Watched Beyond the Bar, (yet another) Korean TV series on a major legal company and the rise of a young recruit. Repeating a lot of tropes found in other series on the same topic, with weak resolutions of the legal issues but enjoyable at low doses nonetheless. Also found myself watching The Secrets of Dumbledore, the third instalment of the Harry Potter franchise, Fantastic Beasts, which is frankly appalling, cheesy, and lacking a true background story.

夢幻花 [Dream flower]

Posted in Statistics with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 18, 2020 by xi'an

Another Japanese mystery novel by Higashino Keigo, which I read in French under the title La fleur de l´illusion [on a sunny Sunday afternoon, under my fig tree] and enjoyed both for its original, convoluted (and mostly convincing) plot and for the well-rendered interaction between the young protagonists. And also for having a few connections with my recent trip, from one protagonist studying nuclear physics at the University of Osaka to a visit to the back country of Katsuura. (The author himself graduated from Osaka Prefecture University with a Bachelor of Engineering degree.) Spoiler warning: the only annoying part of the plot was the resolution of the mystery via a secret society run by a few families of civil servants, which as always sounds to me like a rather cheap way out. But not enough to ruin the entire novel.