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a journal of the conquest, war, famine, and death year [minus two fingers]

Posted in Books, Kids, pictures, Statistics, Travel, University life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 8, 2023 by xi'an

Read The House of Shattered Wings, by Aliette de Bodard, which involves a character with two fingers eventually missing. A British Science Fiction Association Award and for once a rather impressive horror story taking place in an alternative 1900’s Paris partly destroyed by a war between Houses run by fallen angels. With connections with French occupied Annam. The construct is quite original, with some great characters, if over-prone to introspection. Got through as well Trouble on the Thames, by Victor Bridges (!), a British Library thriller classic I bought when visiting the Alan Turing Institute. A light and short spy story from the 1930’s with amusingly outdated dialogues and postures, a nice way to go through a sleepless night. And received as B’Day present  the BD version of Umberto Eco’s Name of the Rose by Milo Manara, a pleasant return to this great book, with fantastic colours and creative miniatures. As usual with Manara, the depiction of the female character is unrealistic and anachronic.

Watched the Korean TV show, Songs of the Bandits, which as a coincidence also involves a character with two fingers eventually missing. While providing an interesting foray into Korean history under Japanese pre-WW II occupation and offering an original scenario among K dramas, with an Eastern Western flavour, the fighting scenes are ridiculous (and gory), while the Japanese occupiers are caricaturesque. The final episode further feels inconclusive.

Made jars and jars of fig jam till early October, as the fig tree was bursting with ripe figs that were mostly escaping marauding birds. As well as more jars of rhubarb jam.

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

Posted in Books, Kids, pictures, Running, Statistics, Travel, University life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 21, 2023 by xi'an

Read Jen Williams’ The Winnowing Flame trilogy, induced by two British Fantasy Awards associated with the first two volumes. This is quite a disappointing series, the more one goes through the story. At the start, while I found the story rather simplistic in its world building and in repeating the all-too-common pattern of a very few individuals saving the planet from a recurrent alien invasion (and even more the blob nature of said aliens!, as I am adverse to blob scenari, ever since as a teenager I wrote a terrible short story on a blob invasion!!), I appreciated the character of Vintage (!), both vigneronne and femme savante. A most unusual combination in fantasy books. However, I disliked the mix of fantasy (multiple kingdoms, swords, dragons, and a mostly primitive society) and science-fiction (spaceships, magic-driven trains). The cliffhanging final chapter of each of the volumes was rather heavily predictable and the inconsistency in the characters’ psychology a major flaw, including interminable back-and-forth between their respective feelings. And a poor ending to the trilogy due to the ever changing nature of the invasive creature(s) that survives all attempts at destruction until it doesn’t. Plus laughable mundane parts worrying about clothes and picnics while the entire world is under existential threat.

Had consecutively whitlow and singles, which gave me the opportunity to seek the English version of those viral infections. The former was possibly caused by gardening barefoot and quickly got away, while the later was a bit of a mystery, since it is not contagious (even though I cannot but relate to the fact my mother got it two weeks earlier). It got circumscribed to one eyebrow, but a general itching along the cranial nerves that has not yet vanished. Fortunately, it did not impact my running times!!

Watched Glitch, a Korean sci-fiction series, so absurd it is hilarious. Painfully slow as usual, but with a surprising ending. And the second season of The Wheel of Times, loosely following the second volume, The Great Hunt, still burdened with a kitch rendering of the WoT universe, predictable twists, caricaturesque characters (Liandrin!, Matt!) and too much inner questioning.

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

Posted in Books, Kids, pictures, Statistics, Travel, University life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 22, 2023 by xi'an

Read [on the way back home (and during the following jet-lagged nights)] the Ninth Rain and its sequel the Bitter Twins, by Jen Williams, for which she won twice a British Fantasy Award. I am twice as surprised given that it is quite a poor series, with a simplistic approach to its world building, a dreary time-line  repeating the all-too-common pattern of a very few individuals saving the planet from a recurrent alien invasion, and bickering about mundane issues like clothes or food while facing an alien invasion. The only thing I appreciated was the character of Vintage (!), both vignerone and femme savante. But I particularly disliked the mix of fantasy (kingdoms and a mostly primitive society) and science-fiction (spaceships, magic-driven trains). The cliffhanging final chapter of the Ninth Rain was rather predictable and the inconsistency in the character psychology a major flaw. The second volume is even poorer, with new major elements of the world being suddenly revealed, more bickering/whining, and even less consistency… I had also brought west the massive Les Furtifs by Alain Damasio, which I bought in De Gaulle airport months ago. But I just could not finish it, due to both the pretentious if clever style and the charicaturesque depiction of rebels within a highly numeric capitalistic society.

Came home to solve electrical problems (by calling the right company!), harvest the very first harvest of potatoes [a small basket amounting to more than my yearly consumption], and clean the garden to try to reduce the population of mosquitoes that exploded this (wet) summer. Due to the hot weather, cooked very little, having instead all sorts of salads, including a refreshing radish marinade vaguely inspired by Murakami.

Watched the (short) second season of D.P., a Korean series on the pursuit of deserters from the Korean Army (during their military service). Rather a serialised movie since the story sketches over the six episodes, quite dark in its depiction of hazing within the troops and cover-ups by the hierarchy. Despite strongly unrealistic situations, as e.g. at the end, I rather enjoyed it, in part because of its criticism of the Korean institutions, stronger than in other series.

a journal of the year of fires

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Statistics, Travel, University life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 1, 2023 by xi'an

Indeed, the year of the mega-fires in West and East Canada, with Kelowna (and UBC Okanagan where BIRS 23w5106 took place) severely hit. Travelling through BC by car and plane, we saw several wildfire fume clouds, incl. a massive one from the Yellowknife region…

Read a few dozen pages of Gene Wolfe’s The Knight, in the fabulous Bacchus Books and Café of Golden, BC. Despite the positive vibes of the place, I could not engage with the story or the style, which I found quite disappointing given the earlier achievements of the author. There is of course the attempt at recreating an Arthurian tale, with its lack of temporal and logical coherence, but this fails short, in part because the narrator keeps jumping from a pre-teen to a much wiser adult and back. I thus replaced it within the shelf where I had found it, hopefully with no stain from the scone I enjoyed in the same place. A clear advantage of cafés within bookstores (the replacement, not the scone stains!) Also read Angel Six Echo by Robert Appleton, a short sci’fi’ story of the (very) military type, a mix of Warhammer 40k, Scalzi’s Old Man’s War series, Ender’s Game, and a few other space trooper novels. Pleasantly light as I was trying to read a few pages before fazing out after a day of intense activity! Realised as well that Home: Habitat, Range, Niche, Territory was a very very short [almost as short as its long title!] story within the Murderbot Diaries, and not particularly interesting. Still waiting eagerly for the incoming (#8) System Collapse, a genuine novel.

Hiked inside and outside Yoho National Park (Emerald Lake, Mt. Hunter, Mt. Field), with varying success at avoiding the maddening crowd. And the drone of the highway below. Even 900m below. No wildlife encounter apart from the frequent mule deer, the few bighorns lost on Trans Canadian #1,  and the lightning fast chipmunks (except when they come begging for food). Despite bear warnings all around. Most days were above the healthy air quality limits, due to the numerous wildfires in the North-East BC, even though I did not feel any change when running or hiking. Made a night stop in Canmore to catch an early flight in Calgary, the place has gone surprisingly upscale from my earlier visits there!

 

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

Posted in Books, Kids, pictures, Statistics, Travel, University life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 21, 2023 by xi'an

Read at last the (disappointing) last tome of Christelle Dabos’ The Mirror Visitor, The Storm of Echoes, as I find the unravelling of the story unbearably slow and poorly constructed, contrasting with the earlier volumes where the universe building was central to the appeal of the series. Here it is collapsing, literally and figuratively. Without risking spoilers, I can only point out to the vagueness of the endless hesitations of the central character between multiverses. One volume too many imho! Also read a series of two novella, Our Lady of Endless Worlds, by Lina Rather, a very light story of a Catholic nun convent travelling on a spaceship. Nothing as enticing as Becky Chambers’ Wayfarers, but enjoyable as train read! At last, went through Murder as a Fine Art, by David Morell, which botches a poor murder enquiry out of the true story behing De Quincey’s essay, featuring the writer and his daughter in a lukewarm pot of wikipediesque infodump and anachronous attitudes. (Could you imagine Victorian strangers discussing the average waist sizes of men and women?!)

Watched the third season of the Witcher, which is also the last season with Henry Cavill. This short season felt sluggish and soapy, although somehow in tune with the book(s). It seemed as if the characters had lost some of their ambiguity, esp. Yennyfer, and hence of their appeal. The final show still had some appeal thanks to its time loop construction. I also had a look at the prequel, Blood Origin, which proved a mistake, as it is terrible (apart from the Icelandic landscapes!).