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a journal of the Hugo year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 3, 2026 by xi'an

Read (over the past months) books I forgot to record in the Journal series namely, The Practice, the Horizon, and the Chain, by Sofia Samatar, a rather terrible take on Wells’ Time Machine where exploited live in the darkest parts of a space-ship and upper classes in the nicest places. With an unconvincing trio of characters and a paper-thin scenario, including an unconvincing pastiche of academic pettiness. Quite the disappointment! The latest Ben Aaronovitch’s Rivers of London novel, Stone & Sky, a rather nice instalment in the series, if only because it is set in Northern Scotland (where I read it!), but with some weaknesses in the plot and a puzzling two-voice narrative that sounds unbalanced (in favour of Peter vs. Abigail). Plus a wee bit caricaturing Scottish people, methinks! And then, being a Hugo voting member for 2026, several books and short stories that I receive as part of the LACon package, like The Raven Scholar by Antonia Hodgson read first because I love ravens! Especially the fantastic Ka: Dar Oakley in the Ruin of Ymr. I had trouble beginning the book, but once the setting was established, I could follow the main character more easily. The character is enticing but the universe building is shaky and the scenario weak on many planes, making the central issues of solving a murder and finding a new emperor/ress more of a summer camp challenge than crucial problems. Plus an all-too-common fixation on meals and drinks consumed by the characters… It is getting worse towards the end. Likely my (first and) last volume in the Eternal Path Trilogy! Not high in my Hugo ranking then. And the (Murderbot) novelette “Rapport: Friendship, Solidarity, Communion, Empathy” by Martha Wells. Frankly disappointing. I do love the Murderbot series, but this short story highly disappointed me. Between feelings of déjà vu and annoyance at the constant bickering between the characters that reminded me of the nadir of the relationship between my two kids! Absolutely worth ignoring! Even in the Hugo ranking.

Due to repeated travel, plus a heat wave, I did not cook much besides salads and fruit purées, but enjoyed a haggis pie on Skye. And two (local versions of) pissaladières in Marseille. I also had to transfer my olives of the (2025) year into new jars as some had started to grow mould. Fortunately. most of them remained edible if somewhat sour. Thanks to Omiros’ expert advice, they are now maturing in olive oil.

Watched Sins of Kujo, inspired from a popular manga series, which is quite puzzling for its moral and ethical ambiguities.

a journal of the four horsemen year

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Read a very light space-opera novel, (The Belt) Entanglement, by G.M. Kilby, with shallow characters, shallow plot with an unlikely McGuffin (a uniquely advanced quantum computer, even 20y later) and implausible rescue episodes (incl. one where a character punctures their spacesuit to recover from a broken propulsion thruster!). This book stands million years away from monuments of the genre, like Arthur C. Clarke‘s, Isaac Asimov‘s, Orson Scott Card‘s, Frank Herbert‘s or, to cite more recent writers, Iain Banks‘s, ‘sJohn Scalzi‘s, Becky Chambers‘s… I will most certainly not become entangled in the sequels! And am contemplating with glee attacking recent purchases and gifts, like Tasmyn Muir’s Nona the Ninth, Philip Pullman’s The Rose Field (Book of dust finale), and Florent Chavouet‘s Tokyo Sanpo (to revive memories of March’s visit to Edo!), discovered while attending an exhibit on Studio Ghibli’s Isao Takahata at Maison du Japon .

Brought back several litres of Andalusian olive oil from Sevilla! And made fresh green pici over the turn of the year, with spinach replacing water in the dough (following a recipe posted on the food weekly of France Inter), as well as three different dishes from the same batch of Norman scallops.

Watched Wake Up Dead Man, by Ryan Johnson, the third instalment of Benoît Blanc’s investigations. Which is rather fun, the more because Daniel Craig is visibly having fun playing a Southerner detective and over-doing his accent, while leaving a large chunk of the stage to other actors, like Josh O’Connor playing the junior, soul-searching priest. The plot itself is light and somewhat irrelevant (if with a wink to old classics of closed room murders, conveniently appearing in a Book Club list, if missing Gaston Leroux’s Mystère de la chambre jaune, as well as to Hitchcok’s Vertigo with a dolly zoom effect at the most dramatic instant), while the suspicion revolving among all characters is worth watching. Also tried a few episodes Just a bit Espers (ちょっとだけエスパー), a Japanese TV series on a group of almost ordinary persons with limited ExtraSensory PERception. The characters are nice but the plot is very weak, the resort to time travel all too common to this type of stories, the resolutions to the episodic challenges embarrassingly cringy, and the part of the story where a new employee (Bunty) has to play along being married to another (Shiki) who genuinely believes they are married is quite uncomfortable, to say the least…

a journal of the skyr, conquest, war, famine, and death year

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Read The Sparrow, the 1998 Arthur C. Clarke Award by Mary Doria Russell, a profound and mesmerizing book (even though it took me a while to go through it as my bedside read!). It is a science-fiction book (since the mostly Jesuitcharacters travel to another planet in Alpha Centauri) that involves a lot of philosophy, religion, anthropology and linguistics. There are weaknesses in the science half of science-fiction and too much space musing over the contradiction inherent to the celibacy of Catholic priests, but I strongly enjoyed this book, maybe due to my Catholic upbringing!, and its highly unexpected conclusion. (I am however uncertain about pursuing with the sequel, as the central character returning to the planet sounds like the ultimate torture.) Also read Since we fell by Dennis Lehane, which I find terrible at so many levels, from a complete lack of realism in the crime scenes and in the way coïncidences keep happening, to the endless introspection of the main character, Rachel, to the cardboard consistence of most characters…

Started making skyr, the Icelandic style cottage cheese that I usually eat as yogurt. It is fairly straightforward, with a very few steps and ingredients (fat-free milk, renet, and… skyr!), but an overall 15 hour preparation range, and it does not always turn into the expected curded outcome (in which case it is close to a lassi, लस्सी). I have not yet analysed the sources for this variable outcome, possibly the different starters I used. I also cooked a batch of okonomiyaki, rescuing an out-of-date bag of okonomiyaki batter as I had some spare cabbage in the fridge.

a journal of the chaos, conquest, war, fried meals, and death year

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Read Charles de Lint’s Jack, The Giant-Killer, which is just as terrible as it sounds!  The only redeeming feature is that it takes place in Ottawa, Canada, where the author lives, as I could relate to the places of down-town Ottawa mentioned therein. Otherwise, a terrible book inspired from classical folk tales, with an unpleasant undertone about homeless people… Can’t see at all why this book was recommended in one of Tor’s tribunes on forgotten classics or something like that.

Cooked a variety of spicy stir-fries while staying at a Warwick maths house with Josh and Stan two weeks ago, Josh adding the sweet-potato pancakes, which made the mini-nans somewhat superfluous. The common colour theme came from abusing the curry dispenser. Also had a great Greek mezze dinner in Pointe Rouge, Marseille, to celebrate the Marseille-Cassis race. (The place was a wee bit too popular, though, patronised the same evening by some actors of the local soap opera, as well as a group that sounded like a hen-party.)

Watched the first ½ hour of Shirkers, a pseudo-documentary about a movie made twenty years earlier by three young women in Singapore. Very original, especially for the delve into the 1990’s Singapore pop culture. And the fanzines that reminded me of my teenage years. No wonder it won the Sundance Film Festival  documentary award. Also tried Season 2 of Hellbound, but could not find the slightest excitement to even complete the first episode…

Le Monde [festival]

Posted in Books, pictures, Travel, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 6, 2024 by xi'an


Last weekend we biked to the Festival du Monde, which holds a series of events and interactions with the journal team, if not at the level of The New Yorker Festival. In and around the modern building of Le Monde, near Gare d’Austerlitz. As most sessions were already booked, with only one entry left for my wife (on the incoming US Presidential Elections), I stayed outside on the small plaza and listened to (blah) bands, tasted yummy olive oils from Brazil and Uruguay that were part of a Southern Hemisphere oil competition (Brazil won!), a tepid empanada, a comfort plantain banana bowl and Bordeaux red wine aged in clay amphoras! While speaking with the winemaker was very nice, from the mix of Petit Verdot and Merlot (even though the vineyard page mentions Malbec!), to the local making of the amphoras, the outcome (of this recent experiment) was not that great. (Still hoping for a Georgian orange wine experiment!)