Heat in Isola

I know I'm blogging a lot about Ed McBain's 87th Precinct crime novel series these days, as I am reading the books in order of publication (as much as possible). But it struck me that one novel would be very fitting for this summer, either this heatwave or the next. I blogged about Heat back in July 2024, more specifically about a grossly lying cover on its French translation. I hate heatwaves, but they are more bearable when I read seasonal crime fiction. It makes me hate the heat more, ironically enough. But hey, it's not the only novel of McBain set in summertime. He seemed to consider sunshine as evil as I do (see this post). But hey, if you are looking for summertime crime fiction, you can't go wrong with Ed McBain.

Qui a vu le lièvre?

Je bloguais jeudi dernier sur le lièvre qui visitait mes parents et leurs voisins. Mon père l'avait baptisé Bozo. Je suis conscient que Bozo n'est peut-être plus de ce monde, mais s'il y a eu un lièvre dans les environs, il y a de fortes chances qu'il y en a d'autres. Je vais mettre mon père là-dessus. J'aime bien les animaux sauvages en milieu urbain.

Summerween is a thing

A few days ago, while she was doing a grocery shop online, my wife saw some Halloween articles on sale: Jack O'Lantern cushions or something. It must be a manifestation of Summerween. Yes I know the term, which is our word of the day. Do I think it's too early to think about Halloween? No. Do I do Summerween? Well, yes and no. I don't really put any Halloween decorations out, but some of my autumnal ornaments remain on display all year round. And I do long for Halloween all year, so I make a countdown to the countdown. I start reading horror stories in summertime (albeit maybe not that early) and watch horror related stuff. It helps me cope with the heat and the long days. Be that as it may, I'm glad I'm not the only one to be in a spooky mood already.

Pour un instant...

 Bon, c'est toujours la  la Saint-Jean, notre Fête nationale, alors je partage de la musique québécoise. Comme je suis toujours en deuil de Serge Fiori depuis l'an dernier, je repartage un grand classique d'Harmonium. Dans des temps plus difficiles, comme c'est le cas ces jours-ci, leur chanson la plus émouvante vaut la peine d'être écoutée. En espérant que ça vous donne un instant de joie, ou du moins de calme, pour votre 24.

A Poutine in London

It is Saint John the Baptist's Day, also known as the Nationale Day of Quebec. Even as an expat, I celebrate it every year. On the day itself and, since 2024, in London the Saturday before, at the the Garden Bar. As I mentioned last year, the DGLQ organises every year a special event there for all the Quebec expats living in the UK and their friends and families. It allows me to speak to my fellow Quebeckers (and in French), listen to Québec music and... eat poutine. Far from the best poutine I had, but a decent one, with real cheese curds. This year, they had nothing else on the menu, knowing nobody wanted anything but what we truly long for. By the way, one word about our most famous national dish: make no mistake, this is 100% a Québec invention. With its fairly new popularity, poutine has been often labeled a Canadian dish. Truth is, it has been snubbed by the rest of Canada for years until fairly recently. So I always get a bit miffed when someone claims it's a Canadian dish. Because it's truly Québécois, both in origins and spirit. It's simple, yet unapologetically excessive.

C'est notre tour...

C'est aujourd'hui la Fête nationale du Québec. L'an prochain, ça fera 20 ans que je la fête de l'Angleterre. J'essaie de transmettre à petit loup au moins un peu de québécitude. Petit à petit, année après année, ça fait son effet. Enfin bref, comme à chaque année sur ce blogue, je partage Gens du pays. C'est quand même un bel hymne national sans prétention.

Green Vehicles

 Wolfie and I have noticed it during the school run: there seems to be quite a lot of green cars rolling around these days. We saw a couple of jeeps and I guess green is a normal colour for a jeep, but also "ordinary" cars. And all sorts of green: Lincoln green, forest green, olive green, lime green. But mostly forest green, I think. My son and I love green, but my wife doesn't. Anyway, back in 2023, we had noticed a high number of orange vehicles, this year green seems to be in fashion, at least where we are.

Pendant ce temps, à Montréal...

 Nouvelle déprimante que je tenais à mentionner ici: il y a eu une fusillade à Côte-des-Neiges, faisant deux victimes, un civil et un agent du SPVM. Phoque. Je m'en suis rendu compte sur le tard hier, en allant sur les réseaux sociaux. Deux jours avant la St-Jean, en plus, ce qui fait encore plus mal. Je ne veux pas trop commenter sur le sujet, mais lisez la chronique de Patrick Lagacé, je pense pas mal dans ces eaux-là. J'ai mal à mon Montréal aujourd'hui.

Amber/Red Warning

We are going through a week in Hell: it is a heatwave. Not the first this summer, but by far the worst yet: the Met Office gave an amber warning of extreme heat from Monday until Tuesday, and a red warning from Wednesday until Thursday inclusively. It should go as high as 37 degrees. This is pure madness. I don't understand how people can be happy about this and thinking it's all just fine and they say it's lovely sunshine and so on. I think it's sheer masochism. So yeah, I keep hydrated, I stay in until evening comes, I just brace myself and cannot wait for summer to be over.

La veille de la St-Jean

 Demain c'est la Saint-Jean-Baptiste, la Fête nationale du Québec. Je vais essayer de la fêter du mieux possible, même si ce n'est pas un jour férié et que nous avons une canicule. Je me souviens de certaines veilles de la Saint-Jean où l'on célébrait autant sinon plus que le 24 juin. J'ai passé quelques Saint-Jean un peu lendemain de veille en tout cas. Mais bon, c'est demain le grand jour.

Introducing Cotton Hawes (87th Precinct)

As you know, this year I have been reading Ed McBain's 87th Precinct series, as much as possible in order of publication. So I recently read Killer's Choice, the fifth entry of the series. The novel is significant in the series for a number of reasons: one of the detectives of the 87th gets murdered, for one, and it's also the debut of Detective Cotton Hawes in the series. Cotton Hawes was invented by McBain at the request of his publishers to provide the series with a ladies' man (the other cops are rather monogamous). Hawes is tall, muscular, redheaded except for a shock of white hair (caused by a knife wound) and of course handsome. I hadn't paid all that much attention to Hawes in the past. I'm not sure if it's because most of the series' entries I read often did not feature him prominently or just that others caught my attention. But now that I have read his debut, I will see the character in a new light.

Pain fleurdelisé

J'apprends sur la page Facebook de Première Moisson qu'ils font des pains pour la Fête nationale. Un pain avec une fleur-de-lis dessus. Autant dire un pain fleurdelisé. Achetez-le si vous le pouvez et prenez-le en toasts au déjeuner. Il doit être aussi bon que beau.

Summer Solstice

 Today is the summer solstice. So the official or astronomical first day of summer, although in my book the season truly starts with the month of June. Be that as it may, we're in a heatwave, with temperatures going up to 30 degrees today. And it is the longest day of the year. The horror, the horror. I don't like summertime, I don't like long days and I don't like heat. I know, I'm a strange beast, I'm weird, but I know I'm not alone. So yes, I am not really in a great mood today. If only it was a cool and rainy day, it would be bearable, but no. There is one thing, and truly one thing I like about the solstice: once it is over, it means that the days are going to get shorter and shorter. It's going to be long until we feel it, but it gives me some level of solace.

Fête des Pères

C'est aujourd'hui la fête des Pères, que je fête depuis 2016, quand ma femme m'a offert une carte avec une photo du phoetus qui allait devenir notre petit loup. Il prépare avec sa mère quelque chose, je ne sais pas quoi. Sans doute au moins une carte, ils me donnent toujours une carte à la fête des Pères, toujours très élaborée parce que Wolfie a pleins d'idées. Mais j'ai souvent eu des cadeaux: des bas, des livres, du thé, etc. Je me fais gâter, disons. Alors donc, je me demande ce que ce sera cette année.

Brighton Rock (Cocktail)

I'm blogging again about our last holiday in Brighton. During our stay here, we went to a pizzeria named Pinocchio. But I'm not going to blog about their pizza (this will be for another post). I wanted to blog about a cocktail my wife drank there. My wife seldom drinks alcohol, even on holiday. When she does, she goes for sugary cocktails, like this one. It's called a Brighton rock, in honour of the confectionery of the same name. It has gin, blue Curaçao (no surprise there) and... A chunk of Brighton rock. Verdict? It tastes disgusting. My wife didn't like it, I had a sip and didn't like it. I'm not surprised: it looks radioactive. But hey, it looks pretty in a glass. Anyway, now that you have the recipe for it, you can try it if you are brave.

Voir à 360 degrés

 Photo prise à Brighton, lors de nos dernières vacances. Notre séjour a été pour moi un peu en dents de scie: il y a des choses que j'ai beaucoup aimées, certaines beaucoup moins. Et il y a aussi des expériences qu'il fallait vivre rien que parce que. C'était le cas de Brighton i360, une tour avec une soucoupe qui monte et descends, tout en tournant comme un boulon sur une vis. On peut voir la ville, la mer, on peut même boire un verre. Bon, le choix de boissons, avec ou sans alcool, n'était pas terrible, et pour ce que j'imagine être des raisons de sécurité les verres et coupes étaient en plastique, mais quand même. Disons que ça avait malgré tout un petit côté glamour, surtout qu'on a une belle vue sur la mer. J'ajouterais en conclusion que la ville est plus jolie vue de haut.

Blackjack (Signature Weapon)

 This is my new post in the Signature Weapons series. Today's weapon is an oldie: the blackjack. I don't think I have seen one in real life, but they do pop up from time to time in old crime fiction stories, generally in pulp stories. Generally wielded, as far as I remember, by villains, when they knock the hero unconscious with one. Because yes, it's a bludgeoning weapon. It's quite a nasty one too, from what I read, as it is capable of causing permanent injuries, even death. So don't let its small size fool you. Because it can easily be concealed, I can easily see it making a come back. I still think the blackjack fits a villain more than a hero. That said, I must make a confession here: there is one think I love about blackjack, and that its name. It just sound elegant and cool. Like the eponymous card game (which I think I played once or twice), it just has a sort of posh aura, in complete contrast with its true nature. This is another why I think it would fit a crime story nicely and enhances its atmosphere somehow.

Dixie (Harmonium)

Parce que c'est notre Fête nationale bientôt, je crois que c'est le temps de partager des chansons québécoises. Je suis encore en deuil de Serge Fiori depuis l'an dernier, alors je partage une toune d'Harmonium. Je dis toune à dessein, comme vous le savez si vous avez déjà écouté Dixie. Une chanson festive qui est quant à moi incontournable le 24 juin.

Spy Secret Messages

I love Usborne books for children, and so does Wolfie, so I end up buying lots of them. And they have a handful of books of espionage games and activities. There is one we particularly like, especially when we travel, it's called Spy Secret Messages. It's a small pocket book, smaller than a pocket book actually, and it's all about deciphering spy codes and finding the meaning of messages. It's really great fun. The only drawback is that soon we will have finished every activity in the book. I guess I will need to find more gamebooks in the genre, from Usborne and others.

Où est passé le lièvre?

 Vous vous rappelez peut-être qu'il y a quelques années, mes parents avaient un lièvre qui passait partout dans le voisinage. Mon père l'avait baptisé Bozo. J'ai retrouvé des vieilles photos qu'il m'avait envoyées. Et ça m'a fait penser: qu'est-il arrivé à Bozo? Ou à ses descendants, parce qu'il ne doit pas y avoir qu'un lièvre dans le coin chez mes parents. Mon père ne m'a pas envoyé de photo de lièvre depuis un bout de temps, 2023 je crois. Enfin bref, j'espère que Bozo le lièvre se porte bien.