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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 stone ages year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 19, 2026 by xi'an

Read—in French—The Grave of the Fireflies (火垂るの墓), written by Nosaka Akiyuki in 1967, and which inspired the eponimous Ghibli Studio anime by Takahata. A very vivid reporting on the slow deaths of the young narrator and of his sister, in the final days of WW II that left them to try to cope by themselves from the lack of food. I was quite surprised by the style, raw and oral, with hardly any punctuation, that reminded me of the early Céline. The book contained a second short story, Amerika Hijiki (or American weeds), also related to the WW II trauma suffered by the author. Recommended, if not for young readers. I also read The Wrong Unit, by Rob Dircks, a science-fiction novel set in the 2800’s, which follows a humanoïd robot caring after a child with a particular destiny. Not as fun as Murderbot, and not particularly deep in its human-AI-robot relationship, even less in its scenario and its creation of a 2800’s environment where everything sounds 2020’s, except for teleportation (!), but definitely readable.

Just as during my previous, private, visit to Venezia, I cooked there a large dish of (spinach) gnoccheti with anchovies that lasted the week, plus had the possibly best-ever squid dish I ever tasted at Da’a Marisa. Where else?!

Watched Jo Nesbo‘s Harry Hole’s Devil Star series on Netflix. With mixed feelings. On the one hand, the rendering of a gritty, harsh, unromantic, fantastic, Olso and of a unequal, corrupted, crumbling, society far from the usual postcards is riveting. With the actor playing Harry Hole fitting the role brilliantly. (Maybe not the most adequate adjective for an alcoholic, Camels chain smoking, (hyper)violent, insubordinated, police officer!) On the other hand, the scenario is very weak and with too many red herrings and convenient coïncidences and global conspiracies. Given the last scene, there may be another season in the near future…

a journal of the no-end-war year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 15, 2026 by xi'an

Read Braking Day, an archi-classic space opera of a spaceship travelling for generations to a substitute planet. With the archi-classic reproduction of earthy behaviours and habits (how on,,, Earth!, one could imagine smoking being allowed on a spaceship? commercial goodies on sale when approaching destination? shopping malls?) Archi-classic heroes as well, standing just on the wrong side of the rules as a shipbound form of smuggling… The no-so-classic is a class A spoiler that emerges half of the book, non-too-soon, and turns the charactera and then some into actual heroes. Very very light and not recommended!

In-between two weeks in Venice, I cooked a veg curry with (old) butternut, leeks, (new) onions and a yellow species of beetroot I had never seen before, Eaten with my freshly made kimlchi that was somewhat too fresh. The second pot is still burping! And had the worst ramen dish in my culinary experience, in Strasbourg, obviously not the centre of the ramen universe!, where half the ingredients were freezer cold (and the other half just marginaly warmer). (But tasted a new and nice category of curly pasta while in Venice (2), the week before, the Napolitean riccioli!) Also cooked a second sweet potato and cocoa cake for Venice (3), which led to a lengthy security check at the CDG airport!

Watched Undercover Miss Hong, a Korean drama set in the 1990’s, with vintage computers, clothes, and (just emerging) mobilephones. Beyond that plunge in the past… The scenario is paper-thin and is spread over too many episodes, with a soapy ending, but the duo of (female) central characters is enticing (if not for their borderline ethics). The series’ soundtrack is original, if not particularly striking. Slightly funny but not particularly recommended!

 

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…

Pierre Christin (1938-2024)

Posted in Books, Kids, pictures with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 15, 2024 by xi'an

The BD-ist Pierre Christin died on 03 October. His heritage is a huge collection of graphical novels he scenarized. Many of them masterpieces, from the political Black Order Phalanges with Enki Bilal, where a group of [very] former International Brigadists (pictured in 1937 on the cover below) reconstitutes to fight to death a parallel group of fascists who fought in Franco’s war against the Spanish Republic and rerouped (circa 1980)  againstprogressive forces throughout Europe, followed by a scathing description of the decaying USSR in Hunting Party, again with Bilal, to


the science-fiction series of Valérian (and Laureline) [along with Jean-Claude Mézière] that spans decades and follows societal progress by seeing Laureline becoming the main character (rather than her female partner Valérian), fighting dictators, conglomerates, colonialism, and pollution—more a space social drama than a space opera, as he once stated—, to

the 86-ish ecology cum fantasy trilogy, La Croisière des Oubliés, again with Bilal. Plus other great books that I read and re-read during my (extended!) childhood, mostly in the BD journals that were created over that period, from Pilote to Métal Hurland, À Suivre, &tc. He was also involved in teaching, from a visiting position in contemporary French literature in USU, Salt Lake City, to a professorship in journalism and communication at the University of Bordeaux, where he created the first French public school of journalism, now Institut de journalisme Bordeaux Aquitaine. A great artist, may he now roam forever the deep space landscapes he and Mézière created!