2025 A Few New Designs
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Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Bon, je blogue encore une fois une photo des décors de l'Halloween que mes parents ont vu à Québec. Parce que l'Halloween est dans moins d'une heure lorsque vous lirez ça (je l'ai mise à l'horaire, voyez-vous) et que je sens déjà que je vais m'ennuyer que la fête soit terminée, il faut bien donner encore quelques moments à Vraie Fiction les couleurs de la saison. Parce que l'Halloween c'est l'automne dans sa subtantifique moëlle, son aboutissement logique, et parce que c'est aussi une fête des récoltes d'automne, je trouve que les décorations de la ville de Québec particulièrement bien pensées. Je me demande si, ce soir, ils ont creusé les citrouilles que l'on voit ici. Je l'espère un peu.
This is tonight's countdown to Halloween post (only two days to go). And it is about a spooky beer from Greene King and a too little known monster. So anyway, every year or almost, I have a Gangly Ghoul in one of the local pubs. They serve Halloween themed beers when the season comes and this one comes back often. Well, by often I mean every year. I love it because it is a dark beer that is perfect for a spooky night. And because the ghoul is nowadays a neglected monster of monster lore. Zombies have completely of taken their place as scavengers and eaters of human flesh. This is not what zombies should be, but nevertheless, I find ghouls far scarier. Maybe it's just me, but they are faster and have far more personality. But all these considerations aside, if you love dark beers this one is for you. I know ghouls are from Arabic folklore, but this Ghoul has its place in a British pub.
After yesterday night's pumpkin carving party, I thought two pumpkins were not enough and we needed an extra one. Three is maybe the perfect number, unless of course you have room for more. This is the Jack O'Lantern (yes, it should be written jack-o'-lantern, but I prefer using my own spelling) I carved tonight. This time, it was my own design. Every year, since I make more than one Jack, I have one that is the most important one. The biggest, the spookiest, the scariest. The master pumpkin of you will. This year, this Jack O'Lantern is the Master Pumpkin. And it will send shivers of fear and excitement to trick or treaters.
I found out something today, something quite embarrassing. Like every year (or almost), I participate to the Countdown to Halloween as a Cryptkeeper. Of course this year, because of my new role as a daddy which takes a lot of my time and energy, I blog far less this October than I usually would. All the same, I took time to register as a Cryptkeeper.... but I forgot to get the badge! Better late than never, here it is.
My dad took this picture, one among many, in Quebec City, where they seem to give Halloween the proper respect the holiday deserves. So anyway, among other decorations, there was that witch, surrounded by pumpkins and Jack O'Lanterns, and her cauldrons. I thought she looked deliciously sinister and malevolent. Who knows what poisons or magic potions she is brewing. With a bone instead of a spoon! You can read what I think of witches in this post. I love to hate witches, I think, just like I thought when I wrote that post, that they are now too seldom used in scary stories. This Halloween I do not have enough time to write a horror story for this blog like I do some years, but I might keep this image in mind for an epic encounter between Jack O'Lantern and a witch like this one.
Bon, je me répète un peu sur ce blogue avec mes photos de Québec, mais j'ai au moins l'excuse: 1)que l'Halloween approche à grands pas et 2)que Vraie Fiction prend les couleurs des saisons. Alors voilà, une nouvelle photo des décorations d'Halloween à Québec. Des citrouilles pré-Jack O'Lantern à l'entrée du Lapin Sauté (je crois). Je trouve ça superbe et rien que pour ça je veux retourner à ce restaurant en automne.
J'ai récemment blogué sur les matins d'automne, j'ai pensé ce soir bloguer sur... les soirs d'automne. Juste quand les ombres s'allongent et que l'air devient plus frais. J'aime l'atmosphère des soirs d'automne et particulièrement le moment où la nuit commence à tomber, quand les ombres ne couvrent pas encore tout et que les couleurs sont encore visibles. Ici, elles ne sont pas aussi magnifiques qu'au Québec je crois, mais elles sont néanmoins jolies. Et puis le soir tombe de plus en plus tôt ces temps-ci, pour mon plus grand plaisir.
As you know, I have a countdown to Halloween on this blog, but this year I decided to have one, albeit not as regular, on Facebook as well. So as no Halloween season would be completed without it, I decided to plug the ghost stories of M.R. James, accompanied with this picture of the copy I have of his work. One of my friends (I won't name her but she reads this blog) asked me if these were the bedtime stories I read for my newborn son. I replied: "No, he's a bit young for that and his mother would not allow me. I'll wait until he is five or something." I think this deserves to be a new great unknown line. Because albeit I don't intend to tell him such horror stories that young, I know children love to have a good fright for fun. In spite of an early fascination for horror stories, I only managed to discover them when I was a teenager as my own mother could not forbid me to read them anymore. I only found out the likes of M.R. James as an adult and I do think I missed something I could have discovered before. So I do not intend to be overly protective with my son regarding this, if he shares the same fascination I had.
I could not have a countdown to Halloween this year without mentioning the recent clown scare. I took this picture last year in Montreal, proof that the association between clowns and horror is nothing new. In fact, according to this article from The Telegraph, creepy and scary clowns are as old as there are clowns. I have never liked clowns myself and often felt uneasy about them. You can guess I have a bit of coulrophobia. And for good reasons. Clowns are deformed, grotesque even, they spend time humiliating each other in slapstick and they don't act rationally. There is very little difference, intrinsically, between a clown and a madman. Pennywise is a devil in clown form. The Joker is a clown. Michael Myers commits his first murder (at five!) disguised as a clown. So fear the clowns.
Quick countdown to Halloween post for tonight, I have simply one thing to mention: we bought our first pumpkin for our Jack O'Lanterns on Saturday, the 15th.We had ordered a "Monster Pumpkin" from Sainsbury's, for whatever reason they could only find us a "normal" sized one. Which means, by my standards of Halloween aficionado who grew up in a country that new decent pumpkin sizes, a borderline small specimen. But hey, that is our first one. We will have more and hopefully bigger.
Tiens, dans ses billets récents, j'ai vu que Prof Solitaire a repris la guerre des photos décadentes de desserts.Oui, oui, allez voir son blogue, c'est plein de food porn. Alors je réplique en commençant par cette photo de gâteau d'Halloween, englouti l'année dernière. Un cupcake, comme ils disent, avec quasiment plus de crème que de gâteau. Et c'était bon pas rien qu'un peu...
I took this picture yesterday in the morning just before the local sweet shop opened and I thought I used it for today's countdown to Halloween post. I think they surpass themselves and did a far more impressive display than what I showed last year. You have the usual pumpkins, jack o'lanterns, ghosts a tad less spiders, but those witches, those witches! They look so evil! I wonder if there is any of their poisons that ended up in some of the candies there. Let this be a warning to the gluttonous trick or treaters. After going downtown to get a flue jab (in case you were wondering what I was doing there in the morning, I guess I was particularly sensitive to the presence of these malevolent old ladies. But in any case, what a great display!
This is not one of my Jack O'Lanterns, but one I saw when I walked on Halloween night during trick or treat time. I make far better Jack O'Lanterns (see here) if I may say so myself. But anyway, we might have a bit of special event in the nights before Halloween, an idea I have had for a long time and which might happen this year: my wife and I invited the Ticklers to a pumpkin carving evening. They enthusiastically agreed. It will be time to tell stories, listen to spooky music (not too spooky as I don't want to scare my son) and of course smelling the lovely smell of pumpkin when you empty them. Overall, pure eerie fun. That is, if I can buy pumpkins in time. Which I intend to work on this weekend.
Photo prise ce matin (enfin je crois) par la blonde de mon petit frère Andrew. Un matin d'automne au Québec. Elle l'a facebookée ("lumière et couleur au matin") et j'ai décidé de la voler (je lui ai quand même demandé la permission cette fois-ci). Elle a un oeil pour trouver les sujets de belles photos (voir celle-ci). On a de jolis matins automnaux ici, mais ils ne valent pas ceux du Québec. Et je m'en ennuie énormément, surtout quand je vois une photo comme ça sur Facebook ou dans ma boîte de courriels.
C'était la fête de mon frère PJ hier et j'ai décidé de lui offrir en retard pour cadeau virtuel sur ce blogue... le même cadeau que celui de l'année dernière. Enfin presque: un abrégé de la Fantaisie Chorale de Beethoven. Je voulais chercher autre chose, puis je me suis dit que c'est son préféré et en plus, c'est cette fois-ci son interprétation préférée (il a l'original alors il pourra écouter le reste à sa guise). Alors au diable l'originalité. Avec illustration du livre-disque biographique raconté aux enfants du Petit Ménestrel, parce que c'est, comme toutes les images des vieilles éditions de ces livres-disques, vraiment superbe.
Quick countdown to Halloween post tonight. One of the first signs of Halloween I saw was not a decoration or a seasonal candy, butthis newborn baby pajama, with the hat to go with it. A Jack O'Lantern baby gros and disguise all in one from M&Co. It was back at the very end of August. I had to buy it, and I did. Maybe I am a bit of a sucker, after all a newborn baby is not exactly conscious of Halloween to come, but anyway. Our little Wolfie has worn it a few times already. He is absolutely cute in it.
You probably wonder where I am getting at with today's countdown to Halloween post. So I am reading this book of horror stories by F. Marion Crawford and yesterday I reread in it The Upper Berth. And I was surprised to find not one but two mentions of Welsh rarebit, which is one of my favourite British comfort food. (By the way, you can read about it on this blog here and here.) After his first encounter with what appears to be a ghost, the skeptical narrator rationalizes it this way: "Still I doubted my senses, and pulled myself together. It was absurd, I
thought. The Welsh rarebit I had eaten had disagreed with me. I had
been in a nightmare." And then, before further investigating the matter, he says this: "I abstained from Welsh rarebits and
grog that evening, and did not even join in the customary game of whist.
I wanted to be quite sure of my nerves, and my vanity made me anxious to
make a good figure in the captain's eyes." So there you have it, Welsh rarebit may have hallucinogenic properties. All the same, it made me hungry for it and when we went for lunch today with my parents-in-law, I ordered one.
This is today's countdown to Halloween post. And I have decided to share one of the cheap decorations I bought a few years ago, I cannot remember where exactly, although it was in one of the charity shops nearby. So my money went to a good cause (whatever it was) and I got this lovely decoration for the season. You can read my reflections on haunted houses on this post. Halloween would not be completed without one or two and this one is not just any haunted house. It is a Halloween haunted house: notice the Jack O'Lantern by the door. it is very much haunted, with plenty of ghosts, one with a grin that seems to indicate that he is friendly, but the skulls look deliciously sinister. I love haunted houses like this, all crooked with old roofs and run down. So anyway, it is one of my favourite decorations.
This is tonight's countdown to Halloween post. I have not been drinking alcohol since I am a father, but as Halloween is approaching I know which beer I will most likely drink first: Hobgoblin from Wychwood Brewery, the officious beer of Halloween and one of
This is tonight's countdown to Halloween post... And I only found the inspiration a few hours ago, when I went quickly to the nearest convenience store to get a thing or two. There was also this, which I did not expect to see. It is one of the very first and very few signs of Halloween I found in town. I am both happy and disappointed. In any case, as we never have enough Jack O'Lanterns for the season, I bought this one.
For today's countdown to Halloween post, I thought I would plug a particularly fitting ghost story for you to read and re-read in the coming weeks. I blogged before about the ghost stories of Edith Wharton, which I enjoy for many reasons, among them the autumnal settings of many of these stories. Well, I finally finished reading this book and I discovered one particular story that is not only fitting autumn, but fitting Halloween itself. It is aptly named All Souls' and is mainly set on Halloween. Not to be confused with her poem of the same title. Unfortunately I have been unable to find it online so far, so you might have to purchase the book. Without giving too much away, All Souls' is about the dangerous and supernatural essence Halloween is meant to have, even though the holiday is never named. There are souls all right, and a good deal of witchcraft, maybe a haunted house, but interestingly enough it is the absence that creates the unease and finally the terror. There is very little, if any, blatant supernatural manifestations in All Souls'. This is typical with Edith Wharton, who wrote very subtle horror, with no gory effect or screaming monsters jumping at you. But the stillness and isolation of the setting in this time of year is enough to create one of the most efficient scary stories I read in a long while. So you must absolutely read it this month. You won't regret it.