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…
