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Un Diario del Año de les Tapes

Posted in pictures, Running, Statistics, Travel, University life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 29, 2025 by xi'an

On my five-day stay in Sevilla, I got reacquainted with the small streets of the old town, and those of Cadiz for a sunny if short day outing, both that share some similarity with Venice!, as long as the bank of the Guadalquivir where I sent training every early morning. (If missing the opportunity of running the Cádiz media maratón with a last-minute bib a colleague of my wife had procured, due to a lack of favourable public transportation. I was further unsure running even relaxedly a half-marathon a week before my favourite half-marathon was such a great idea.)) I also enjoyed very much the company of the young statisticians and operation researchers at 5SYSORM, including discussions with Antía Enríquez about network scale-up methods, which I had heard off previously (but wondered at the matter of over-counting), alas missing the plenary by Rosa E. Lillo, and with  Adam Olivares about modelling stochastically ordered pairs through a mixture representation (above) I was unaware off. (Also kudos to all participants for sticking to inglés while I was the only participant not fluent in español!)

Foodwise, I (over?!) sampled half-a dozen tapas bars, both in Sevilla and Cádiz, with varying returns, but came back with several great experiences and the (obvious) rule that back-street, low-key, bars, with some pensioner patrons, were to be preferred. Not much greens though, apart from a nearby farmers’ market! (Sorry for the catalán tapes, as I could not find an Andalusian word that sounded like Peste, but with a positive vibe!!!)

Unsurprisingly, I did not have much time to read, except in trains and planes, but finished Les Chaînes de Markov by Noham Selcer, whose title is more a pretence than a driving line. As the story painfully unrolls along the uninteresting couple issues of a (former) maths teacher and a French literature teacher. With artificial dialogues and an overall whining tone that gave me toothaches! There is no redeeming character in the novel, which furthermore describes rural places in Normandie in the worst possible terms. I also tried to complete reading Juice by Tom Winton, but I gave up on this post-apocalyptic story where the climate crisis does not stop radical eco-warriors to flight around the World to assassinate descendants of the powerful people who could have acted against climate change, a poor merge of Mad Max (Oz, of course!) and The Road . Very binary. It took me 50 pages to realise the story was set in the Northwestern part of Australia. And another 50 page to give up! I also started The Witcher Season 4 a few days before leaving, with a new actor William Hemsworth replacing Henry Cavill, “as charismatic as a bollard with a wig”, a season that proves a complete disaster, in part but only in part because the original story itself deteriorates at this point. I stopped early, once I reached a dreadful anime of the vampyre’s background.

Olympus at work [Nature snapshot]

Posted in Books, pictures, Travel, University life with tags , , , , , , , on June 28, 2020 by xi'an

standing in another man’s grave

Posted in Books, Mountains, Travel with tags , , , , , , on July 13, 2013 by xi'an

“Just another night when he would not quite make it as far as the bedroom.” Standing in another man’s grave

Rebus is back indeed! When my friend Arnaud told me there was a new Rebus, I could not believe it: I thought Rankin had stopped the series with Rebus’ retirement, and one of the best possible endings (Rebus resuscitating his nemesis, Cafferty, and the superb title of Exit Music) to the series. Now, a new novel has appeared, Standing in another man’s grave, signifying Rebus return on the literary scene (and on the Scottish sleuthing scene as well).

“It’s an odd little country, this, isn’t it? I just mean it’s hard to fathom sometimes. I’ve lived here most of my life and I still don’t understand the place.” Standing in another man’s grave

So, a few years after his retirement (and a few years after the ‘last’ novel), Rebus reappears, as a civil assistant to a jeopardised cold case unit in Edinburgh. Unsurprisingly, Rebus cannot stay put and starts participating in a police investigation about the current disappearance of a young girl. With a possible link with earlier disappearances along the A9 road from Perth to Inverness… (A road with a surprising number of Scotch distilleries along the way, but this is a false trail!)

“A nation of 5 million huddled together as if cowed by the elements and the immensity of the landscape surrounding them, clinging to notions of community and shared history.” Standing in another man’s grave

Pretty soon, Rebus takes over the enquiry and without much backup (except from his former colleague Siobhan) figures out most of the clues leading to the thread common to those young girl disappearances. Pushing towards the resolution with means as grey and borderline as usual. Since part of the book is about Rebus trying to reapply for police work thanks to a new law and the Complaints inspector Malcom Fox is trying to prevent this, the next book (as there will be a next book!) may see Rebus in more trouble.

“Rebus began to wonder if he’d ever been further from a pub in his life.” Standing in another man’s grave

This is Rebus’ Rankin back to life and still… I had the definitive impression that Rebus had gotten much older than the few years since his “retirement”. The story starts as if he had lost all contact with former colleagues and only kept in touch with retirees and dead policemen… Even the early dialogues with Siobhan sound contrived. This may actually be intentional. The story itself has nice sides (like the use of Twitter and Facebook by young officers or the elimination of the catalyst case that started the whole story), but the resolution requires too much of a suspension of disbelief. Too many drinks. Too much driving (even though all those names of towns reminded me of places I visited or wanted to visit in Scotland). Nonetheless enjoyable and a page-turner and paving the way to The Saints of the Shadow Bible… With Scottish independence looming in the back!