'Tis the season to be reading and again on this blog, we talk about Christmas in literature. You may remember that I once suggested to have is Earthly Powers by
Anthony Burgess among the books to read for Christmastime. For various reasons, which you can read about in the link above. Well, today, The Anthony Burgess Foundation published a blog post about the Genesis of the novel and more specifically about how the legend of St Nicholas, the story of the miracle of resurrecting three children murdered by a cannibalistic butcher (one of my favourite saint's legend by the way, which I often blogged about in French) became the key to understand the novel's main themes. It is not the only reason I consider Earthly Powers a seasonal read, but it's one of the main reasons. In any case, I strongly suggest that you read the post, it shows a much darker side tothe prototype to Santa Claus and givessome really fascinating information about Burgess' creative process.
Friday, 11 December 2020
Why Earthly Powers is a Christmas read
Les bonhommes de neige
Je partage à nouveau une photo du bonhomme de neige fait par le petit garçon de l'âge de Wolfie qui reste près de chez mes parents. J'ai revu des photos que j'avais publiées sur Facebook il y a trois ans: il avait neigé beaucoup, enfin beaucoup pour l'Angleterre, assez pour faire un bonhomme de neige, si petit loup avait été assez grand. Il ne neige pas ces temps-ci, en fait c'est assez doux. Je m'en désole un peu.
Wednesday, 9 December 2020
Christmas City
Since last year, Wolfie has developed a lot of memories about Christmas, and a lot of fond ones too. He remembers the Christmas tree at grand-papa's and grand-maman's house and the train underneath (with the train station, the animals, the action figures, etc.) So, even though we do not have a fancy real Christmas tree Wolfie has decided to do the family tradition and making a whole village around our Christmas tree. Except it is not a village, it is a "Christmas City". At first, there was only the cheap Santa train we bought at a local garden centre. Cheap, but overpriced for what it is, some plastic wagons, locomotive on a plastic railway. It derails all the time. Then Wolfie added more tracks, then some animals, then other vehicles, mostly green and red, as his mummy suggested (the colours of Christmas see). He even made a hill with two teddies and a blanket. We're lucky we tidied up before putting the tree up, because the Christmas City is now taking over the living room. That said, I am very proud that he is keeping the family tradition alive this side of the Atlantic.
Le p'tit renne vert au nez rouge
Avoir un jeune enfant, ça veut dire que tout Noël est organisé autour d'eux, même quand il s'agit de décorer le sapin, même pour les amis de la famille. Lors de notre visite au Québec, mon amie de cégep et mère de mon filleul a donc donné à Wolfie cette décoration de Noël. Je ne sais pas où elle l'a prise, mais c'est Rudolph,le p'tit renne au nez rouge... et au pelage vert. Peut-être que ce n'est pas Rudolph, peut-être que c'est son petit cousin, Randolph le renne vert. Enfin bref, c'est l'une des nouvelles décorations du sapin et nouvelle tradition familiale, Wolfie le place sur le sapin lui même.
Tuesday, 8 December 2020
Sadie When She Died (Christmascrimes)
'Tis the season to be reading and, in my case, to be reading crime fiction set during the Holiday Season. So at the moment, I am reading Sadie When She Died by Ed McBain and featuring (well of course) the 87th Precinct. So far so totally engrossing and I am enjoying it very much, although the season is at the moment a background compared to this other Christmas classic by McBain. I should finish it very soon as I always binge read McBain. Then I might lend it to my parents-in-laws, who are quite fond of the series too. If I could have my wife to read it, I could almost start a family's literary tradition. In any case, I think this will almost definitely be the crime novel for Christmas this year.
"Décembre"
Monday, 7 December 2020
Christmas Stories (to read, or not to read)
'Tis the season to be reading and I am full on reading Christmas stories these days. Old ones that have never read before, new ones, all sorts, all genres. There is one book, however, which I have been really struggling to work on and which I have left on the back burner for now. It is Christmas Stories by Everyman's Library Pocket Classics. I bought it six years ago I think, mainly for the cover, and I know I was a fool to do so. But I really loved the robin (not sure what the ladybird is doing there though). And it is an anthology of Christmas classics, so I thought I would enjoy some "true", "heavier" literature. But once I started it, I just found it a tad too dense, I don't know. So bacj in 2017 or 2018, I abandoned at the second story, written by Gogol. Maybe I should just go for the stories that seem interesting and abandon the idea of reading it back to back for now.
La Corde de bois de Noël
Mon père m,a envoyé ce lien du Toledo, que l'on n'a jusqu'ici jamais visité. Comme moi, j'imagine qu'il s'ennuie du Plateau et de ses boulangeries et pâtisseries. Mettons que comme bûche de Noël version québécoise, c'est pas mal parfait dans la décadence et c'est aussi très inventif: un dessert composé de plusieurs petites bûches de Noël. Ça demeure traditionnel, mais avec sa touche locale. Ce sera je l'espère pour notre prochain séjour à Montréal.
Sunday, 6 December 2020
Mozart's Alleluia
Because yesterday was the anniversary of the death of Mozart, which I had not forgotten, but did not have time to blog about, I am sharing today a piece of his music. I wanted something a bit Christmasee, so chose this one, sung by the amazing Diana Damrau. Hallelujah is an religious interjection that did not only inspire Handel or Cohen. Musically, this might actually be the best version.
La légende de Saint Nicolas
"Ils étaient trois petits enfants...", etc, etc. Vous connaissez le reste. Aujourd'hui c'est la Saint-Nicolas et j'essaie de le souligner à chaque année, la plupart du temps en partageant une version de la légende, enfin l'une des légendes, la sinistre avec des enfants assassinés par un boucher peut-être tueur en série avant la lettre, peut-être cannibale, peut-être un peu des deux. Quand le Père Noël était un évêque catholique justicier, pas seulement un bon vieillard vivant au Pôle Nord. Enfin bref, je partage encore une fois cette chanson aussi sinistre que fascinante. J'ai déjà partagé cette version en aprticulier, mais c'est l'une de mes préférées.
Saturday, 5 December 2020
Ice Pirate
'Tis the season to be giving and I am buying presents for Wolfie, trying not to spoil him. Shopping for gifts, I came up with quite a dilemma: this Playmobil Ice Pirate with Snowmobile. I mean an ice pirate, how utterly cool is that? Not sure how you do piracy in Antartica, or the Arctic circle, or any wintery place, and do it with this fancy snowmobile on top of that, but it certainly looks nice. The problem is, while Wolfie likes Playmobil, he does not play with his sets nearly as much ashe used to. Now he's all about many his train sets. Maybe it is just a selfish idea, as this is the kind of present I wish I could still receive. I don't know. Still, it's an ice pirate. Just typing it gives me goosebumps.
Le feu et la neige
Friday, 4 December 2020
Wolfie and the Christmas tree
What you see on this pictureis not the Christmas tree we put up this year, but the Christmas tree at my parents' place last year, when it was only partially decorated. A proper, real, natural Christmas tree. It impressed Wolfie very much and he enjoyed putting decorations on it a lot. So much so that this year he asked us to have a "real Christmas tree" here, "just like at grand-papa's and grand-maman's house". We hesitated a bit, but we decided in the end to just stick to the artificial one we have, so we can have it on display a bit longer. And because getting a real one, although I have done so in the past, could be a bit challenging this year. But I was very moved that he remembered that it was a real tree last year and that last Christmas as a special place in his heart already.
Le chat et les rennes
Toute la famille cette année semet dans l'ambiance des Fêtes, même Domino. Pas qu'il soit très porté sur Noël en soi, mais disons que ce qui arrive avec Noël dans la maison a toujours un certain effet sur lui: les décorations de l'arbre, surtout celles qui ressemblent à des souris et, comme nous l'avons découvert le 1er décembre, les rennes du traîneau du Père Noël Playmobil que Wolfie a reçu de son oncle maternel (en seconde main, il va sans dire). Tout gris et à la taille qu'ils ont, je crois vraiment que notre chat les a pris pour de petits rongeurs. Dans tous les cas, il les chassait et a essayé de les égorger, jusqu'à ce qu'il se rende compte qu'ils n'étaient pas comestibles. On respire.
Thursday, 3 December 2020
'Tis the season to be reading
When Christmas is coming, it is time for me to read books for the season and to share them here. I read new ones every year, but I also try to revisit old ones. I blogged before about Christmas Days by Jeanette Winterson. In recent years, it has been my non crime fiction Yuletide discovery and I really enjoyed it. It has a lot to enjoy in it: compelling stories and for each story and day of Christmas, a recipe, none of which I have tried. I was thinking about reading some of it this year, maybe try one recipe, but remembered that last Christmas I left it at my parents' place for my brother Andrews's girlfriend to read. What a freaking genius. I guess I could buy a new copy, like the paperback edition, which has a gorgeous cover, far better than the one I have/had (see pic here, sent by a friend of mine). But I don't think my wife would like it: she thought that I managed to finally get rid of a book that was cramming the place. Well, at least I still have a lot to read, to discover and rediscover 'Tis the season to be reading, after all.
Les beignes de Noël
Wednesday, 2 December 2020
Christingle
A long, long time ago, before the pandemic, and by that I mean two years ago, we went to a special Christmas activity day organised by a local church. (Booh! Hiss! And on a side note yes, the Godless heathen that I am has always been wary of them, this had not been my idea.) For one of the activities, they made a Christingle. I took a picture of it and found it again yesterday, so I decided to share it. My mum made Christingles in the past, but it is not exactly a family tradition, us being Godless heathens and all. All the same, it looks quite cute, so I decided to share it today.
Un sentier de neige
J'aurais pu appeler le billet "Le sentier de neige", mais c'est le nom d'une chanson de Noël et je ne voulais pas créer de confusion. (Car c'st une chanson que je ne connais pas, enfin pas assez pour la fredonner, mais je crois que je la reconnaîtrais si je l'entendais). Mais enfin bref, ma cousine Amy la photographe a pris des photos de l'hiver et elle a eu la générosité de m'en envoyer quelques unes. Elles sont vraiment superbes. Ce n'est jamais complètement l'hiver et jamais parfaitement Noël sans neige, alors à défaut d'en avoir cette année, je pourrai regarder ces photos. Je vais bien entendu en pertager avec mon lectorat.
Tuesday, 1 December 2020
Brio Advent Calendar
So today is the first day of Advent (and yes, I know, it was on Sunday officially, but any practical means it starts December. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas in this household and we are all looking forward to it. Wolfie is getting very excited. His mother has decided to get him a special kind of Advent calendar: not the one with chocolates, but the Brio Advent Calendar, with toys and games from the Brio railway system. Brio is at the moment Wolfie's favourite brand ever and he plays with his Brio trains and tracks all the time, so this should be a winner. I just hope he will not want to share my chocolate Advent calendar. One can dream.
La marche des rois (de bon matin...)
Comme à chaque année, comme nous sommes le tout premier jour de l'Avent,, je partage aujourd'hui La marche des rois. C'est peut-être mon chant de Noël préféré. Avec en accompagnement la crèche familiale, enfin celle de mes parents, qui est la plus belle et je dis ça sans me vanter et en toute objectivité.



