The Summer People (Shirley Jackson)

Today is Labor Day and, at least it is on the other side of the Atlantic. And I associate Labor Day with one horror story of Shirley Jackson. I first read it in the anthology of her short stories Dark Tales. Since then, it is part of my early countdown to the countdown to Halloween, a staple I try to read every Labor Day. It's called The Summer People, about an elderly couple from New York, the Allisons, who spend every summer in their lakeside cottage in the country, always leaving on Labor Day. Except one year, when they decide to stay longer because of warm weather. And this is where their nightmare starts. The locals start getting passive-aggressive, warning them in vague terms that no "summer people" ever remained there after Labor Day. They stop providing the couple with kerosene and groceries, then their phone line is cut and their car won't start. I don't want to give more away, but it's a brilliant and subtle (well, it's Shirley Jackson after all) tale of eerie unease. You can read it here. As for my take on the story, it's this: never think it's still summer when September starts. Also: autumn comes faster than you think and you should respect that. You're welcome.

Dernier samedi d'août

J'apprends (enfin, je me le fais rappeler, parce que je le savais déjà) de mes amis au Québec que l'école est déjà commencée chez nous. Mais ici, c'est encore les vacances jusqu'à au moins mercredi prochain. Le dernier samedi d'août est donc le dernier samedi des vacances. Quand j'étais jeune, jeune enfant ou jeune adulte, le dernier samedi d'août, je le voyais avec une certaine mélancolie, comme le dernier samedi des vacances d'été (même si la rentrée était parfois déjà arrivée). La mélancolie est toujours là (la mélancolie du mois d'août est antrée dans ma psychée), mais vient  avec elle une certaine anticipation. Parce que j'ai hâte à l'automne qui arrive et qui ne pourrait venir trop tôt cette année.

The Open Gates of Hell

As you probably know, we are in a never ending heatwave. I mean, yes, it has been cooler these last few days, the heatwave is technically gone, but some meteorologists are forecasting another soon. The fifth or the fourth one, I have literally lost count. And it hasn't probably rained for at least a month, a month and a half maybe. Okay, it rained on Tuesday, for like a minute, and not a lot. So we have heatwaves over heatwaves and a very long drought. As I keep saying: "It is as if someone forgot to close the Gates of Hell." Which I think deserves to be a great unknown line.

Lammas Day ("there comes an autumn sickle...")

 

And as the daylight's fading
When Lammas has come in
And gleamers go to work among the stubble
There comes an autumn sickle
To cut the summer's throat
Before the season knows it is in trouble

Martin Newell, Black Shuck

 We are Lammas Day, the first of August. As a tradition on Vraie Fiction, I quote this poem, maybe my favourite poem ever. A scary story in the form of a poem. Anyway, for me these verses remind me that autumn and Halloween are coming and they put me in an autumnal and spooky mood.

Last Day of July

 We are the last day of July, at long last. How has it been for you? I have been hating July 2026, oh so much! I never like July, it is my least favourite month of the year. Because it's a summertime month, because it's generally the hottest, because it's prone to heatwaves. And we've had heatwaves over heatwaves this year. So I hated July even more than usual. Anyway, now at least it's ending. Yes, I know, the hot weather will not disappear by magic, but at least the evening will fall earlier and earlier. And we can hope that heatwaves will eventually end. Be that as it may, good riddance to this July.

Question existentielle (407)

 Une question existentielle qui me vient en tête en ce moment, puisque c'est dimanche:

-Les dimanches d'été, surtout durant les vacances, en quoi sont-ils différents des autres dimanches?

Personnellement, je me sens aussi mélancolique, mais peut-être que c'est juste moi. 

Horror Hotel

 I took this picture in Brighton. More specifically, at the Brighton Pier. During what people now call Summerween, in the middle of a hot day, as I am getting more and more into a spooky mood and longing for Halloween, this is a lovely sight. As a child, I used to love to go to such place, although my parents rarely allowed me to. Haunted and cursed hotels are great settings for horror stories, by the way. I might work on one. Be that as it may, this sight gives me a pleasant shiver.

Paella sur table

La paella annuelle de mon père, servie sur la table. C'est énorme, dans tous les sens du mot et il fallait que je partage.

Paella annuelle

 Mon père m'a envoyé des photos de sa paella annuelle. Celle-ci quand elle cuisait. Avec un homard complet. Sa paella, il l'a fait chaque été. Je n'en ai jamais mangé.

Colline en juillet

"Quand la plaine est fumante et tremble sous juillet," chantait Brel. Ici, ce n'est pas un plat pays (l'Angleterre est très rarement un pays plat), mais les collines fument et tremblent quand même sous la chaleur. Enfin bref, photo prise lors d'une promenade.

L'Aristocrate (billet nostalgique)

J'ai blogué en 2020 à propos de L'Aristocrate, l'hôtel à Québec où nous séjournions lors de nos vacances dans la capitale nationale, quand nous étions enfants. Je crois que c'est le premier hôtel où nous avons séjourné. En tout cas, c'est sans doute mon premier. Comme les vacances d'été arrivent à grands pas ici (je sais, elles sont longues à arriver en Angleterre), ça m'a rappelé mes séjours à Québec enfant, ainsi que le temps passé à L'Aristocrate. Avant de voyager plus loin, nous passions souvent trois ou quatre jours à Québec par été. Pour moi, la ville a été LA destination de nos vacances et une ville exotique et lointaine. L'Aristocrate était à l'époque bien plus simple que bien des hôtels visités par la suite, mais pour moi c'était le gros luxe. Je regarde les photos sur le site, et je trovue qu'il n'a guère changé depuis mon enfance.

Summer Staycation?

 Okay, I am very late sharing and musing on this BBC article, which my wife sent me back in May, but here it is anyway. Apparently, because of international unrest, the Britons have been heading for a staycation this summer. Or rather, they will take their holiday within the UK. This seems to be the case for us. We considered going abroad, but for various reasons, one of them being the scorching heat that doesn't seem to leave and is even worse on the continent, we might actually stay in the country. If you have any suggestions, please let me know in the comments section. Preferably cool places.

The crab apples are green

We went to visits my wife's parents recently. Her mother planted a crab apples tree, which has been growing quite nicely. I love crab apples: my parents have a crab apple tree as well. When the fruits turn red, at some point in August, it means that it's time to harvest them and that autumn is going to be here soon. Of course, we are in the heart of July and the crab apples are still very green, as you can see. Still, in the hot summer days, crab apple trees remind me to be patient and help me wait for my favourite season.

St Swithin's Day

Today is St Swithin's Day. I like to mention it each year. You can read more about the day on the page here (with a lovely image), taken from What to Look for in Summer. If one is to believe the old tale, we are to have a sunny rest of summer. But it also reminds me that we are in the middle of summer and there is less of the season behind us than ahead of us. So I'm always carefully hopeful come St Swithin's Day.

Smoothie costaud

Je suis allé dans un café avec petit loup il y a quelques jours, pensant trouver quelque chose de léger et de rafraîchissant pour endurer la canicule. On a donc commandé des smoothies. J'ai commis un erreur en choisissant le mien: en plus des fruits, il y avait beaucoup de yogourt dedans. C'était frais, mais ce n'était pas vraiment désaltérant. Plutôt comme manger un dessert santé, et je ne suis pas très friand du yogourt comme dessert. Mais bon, c'était j'imagine assez santé. Petit loup m'a aidé à le boire. Plus parce qu'il était curieux qu'autre chose. Et puis il est en pleine croissance, donc a un appétit d'ogre.

Another Bloody Heatwave

We had a heatwave in May, it was scorching hot. Then, we had one in June, which was even. Well, I guess we had to have a third one, this time in July. It's bad, really bad. At least we don't have amber and red warnings like for the last one, but it's really not good all the same. I am officially fed up with summertime. It started way too early, it's being way too hot for my own comfort. I am spending a lot of my free time just looking at the weather forecast and hoping the hot days will end. Anyway, that's my summer so far, hot, sticky and unpleasant, how is yours?

The End of June

Today we are the last day of June. One month of summertime done and dusted, and it has been a trying month from yours truly. Because we had one of the worst heatwaves in history, for one, which really made me struggle. I used to like the month of June, a long, long time ago. Not so much now. Especially since as I got older, I started to seriously struggling with heat. And since June is now generally way hotter than it used to be... Well, it's going to be over soon. Thankfully, the heatwave is gone, for now. I'm bracing myself for the next one, whenever it may be. Until then, I can find some solace knowing that I survived the first month of summer. And you, how was your June? Did you enjoy it?

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.

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.

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.