Socks: lost and found

I blogged recently about gloves and socks. The only way I can enjoy clothes shopping is if I buy new socks and gloves. Well, I have a new anecdote about socks, believe it or not. Something that happened recently. Anyway, a few years ago, my mum bought be some really nice, warm socks, Thinsulate ones, the best of the best. I really liked them: they had a nice forest green and ochre colours. And after my last Christmas visit home, I think it was during the pandemic, I lost these socks. For years. I thought they had been eaten by the washing machine, then I even thought I might have imagined the whole thing and never owned the socks in the first place. Well, it turned out that they were stuck behind a drawer. So yeah, long story short, I now have really good Thinsulate socks that are six years old, yet they look brand new. I'm very happy. Moral of the story: warm socks make me happy and they make my day better.

Complainte pour Ste Catherine (à la suédoise)

C'est la Sainte-Catherine, je partage donc une chanson québécoise (comme je le fais chaque année), chantée ici par des Suédoises.

Mince Pie Day

My wife said earlier: "Isn't today Mince Pie Day?" It is and her question deserves to be a great unknown line. And don't for it on Google, this is not the official Mince Pie Day, which was actually yesterday here in the UK. But today is Mince Pie Day in our household. If you have been following this blog, you know what I am referring to. One evening a few years ago, back when I was studying at uni, I was bored and feeling peckish, so I went to the residence's kitchen to eat a mince pie. Then in walked an English girl, who was visiting a friend, housemate of mine. The English girl, of course, was Veggie Carrie. And this was our very first meeting. Since then, I always eat a mince pie on that date.

L'hiver, la neige, etc.

Je partage une autre photo prise par mon père. Parce que c'est déjà l'hiver à Chicoutimi, ce dont je me réjouis. Avec une fierté toute saguenéenne, dois-je ajouter.

Socks and Gloves

It has been cold these lastfew days. Properly cold I mean, around and below zero, like a proper winter. Well, a proper English winter that is. I am a strange beast, I actually enjoy colder days. As long as you wear proper clothes, it is actually quite enjoyable. I don't like shopping, particularly clothes shopping, but I do enjoy from time to time stopping at the local Mountain Warehouse for clothes. Essentially to buy two things: socks and gloves. For myself and for my family. I enjoy other products, but they are the things I buy the most. It is the only instance when I enjoy clothes shopping.

Le Salon du Livre de Montréal, 2025

Annonce d'intérêt public, pour ceux qui peuvent: c'est encore le Salon du livre de Montréal aujourd'hui et demain.

The 87th Precinct for #Noirvember

As we are getting near the end of November, I thought I would make another reading suggestion for #Noirvember. It is one of the novels from Ed McBain's 87th Precinct series. It is a personal favourite of mine, Lady, Lady I Did It!. I read it more than twenty years ago, when I stumbled upon a second-hand copy of it,on a cold November day, when I was in a forced convalescence. So it had a Noirvember feel to me before the term and the hashtag even existed. It starts on an Indian summer day, when a massacre is committed in a local bookshop. There are multiple (random?) victims, among them Detective Bert Kling's fiancée. So yeah, it's Noir all right.

Fil enneigé

 Photo envoyée par mon père... Un fil tout enneigé (glacé sans doute un peu aussi). Je la partage parce que.

From Russia With Love

As I am reading spy fiction for this year's #Noirvember, it just struck me that some James Bond novels would be really suitable for it. And more enjoyable than what I'm reading, as Ian Fleming is a genuinely good writer. He writes more colourful and itneresting characters, in any case. Anyway, one of the Bond novels I would suggest for Noirvember would be From Russia With Love, which may be one of Fleming's darkest. Not to spoil anything, but its ending is dramatic and very different than one you would expect if you have only seen the movies. It's borderline Noir. Oh and, on a side note, for train afficionados like myself, a fairly lenghty portion of the action is set on the Orient Express. That last point is not Noirvember relevant, but it just makes the novel even cooler.

Il neige. Mettons.

Il a neigé hier. Enfin, un peu. Hier matin, on prévoyait du verglas, on nous avait avertis, puis finalement, ça été trop doux pour la glace. Mais juste assez froid pour qu'il tombe une neige fondante. Ici, dans le sud de l'Angleterre, on est chanceux si jamais on a de la neige à quelque moment que ce soit en hiver. Que ça tombe en plein novembre, même de la neige tombante comme celle-là, c'est presque de la science-fiction. Je ne me plains pas, en fait ça a fait ma journée. Je m'ennuie de la neige à chaque année.

Bourne: The Montreal Connection

As you may remember, I started reading  The Bourne Identity for #Noirvember. As a spy thriller, it's very solid and it keeps me entertained, if nothing else, even though I pretty much know what will happen. As a literary experience, it's a mix bag: Robert Ludlum writes too many words and his dialogues are often stilted and not very natural. He's better at writing plots (albeit with a high number of contrivences) and develop interesting concepts (a man who lost his memory is pursued assassins) than creating believable characters. But anyway, there is one thing that caught my attention, one element that was absent from the the movie adaptation: Marie St-Jacques, the romantic interest of Jason Bourne, is actually French Canadian and studied in Montreal, at McGill. She's a bit bland (then again, so is Bourne, and many others), but I thought this was funny. It's nice to have Montreal being mentioned in a famous spy thriller.

Le retour du pain choco-canneberge

Bonne nouvelle trouvée sur la page Facebook de Première Moisson: ils ont remis sur les tablettes leur pain choco-canneberges. J'ai déjà blogué sur le sujet en 2024. C'est plus un gâteau ou une brioche, en tout cas (entéka? atocas?), c'est un dessert en bonne et dûe forme. Je suis un fan depuis que je l'ai découvert il y a p;us de ving ans et j'espère pouvoir le faire découvrir à mon fils un jour.

730 Posts

 Well, well, well, this is my 730th post on Vraie Fiction this year. So it means that I posted for every day of the year already, one post in French, one post in English. I know blogging is now the least popular of all form of social media expression, but obviously, I really enjoy it and I try to write daily. I guess I pretty much succeeded. I also find that the more you blog, the more you find inspiration to blog. Anyway, I wanted to mention this benchmark today.

La neige au Saguenay

 Autre photo prise par mon père de la neige au Saguenay.

Bradley's Railway Guide

We went to the local bookshop today, just for a quick stop to see if we could find any present ideas for Christmas. Yes, it's early, but Christmas will come soon enough and it's nice to be prepared. Within two minutes, I saw two books about trains that I would love to have. One of them being Bradley's Railway Guide. My wife told me: "You are really too easy to buy presents for." I think it deserves to be a new great unknown line, although she might have said it before. In any case, a quick visit to the local bookshop should get her sorted regarding my presents.

Ciné-cadeau 2025 (observations)

Je voulais commenter à propos de la cuvée Ciné-cadeau 2025. J'ai trouvé le calendrier en ligne, grâce à la page Facebook Souvenirs de Ciné-cadeau. Vous voyez l'horaire ici. Tout d'abord, ça a vraiment changé depuis ses débuts: quand j'étais enfant, il y avait un film Ciné-cadeau en soirée, offert en reprise le lendemain dans l'après-midi, pour ceux qui l'avaient manqué. Maintenant, Ciné-cadeau commence dès le matin. Et ça commence très tôt: dès neuf heures. C'est moins une émission de soirée, d'ailleurs le film de soirée arrive tôt lui aussi. Il y a aussi beaucoup plus de films de nos jours, enfin une plus grande variété. Ou c'est peut-êtreune fausse impression. Dans tous les cas, le format de Ciné-cadeau a beaucoup changé. Qu'en pensez-vous? Vous pouvez me faire part de vos observations dans les commentaires.

Aquila on gemstones

I know I said it before, but I am saying it again: Wolfie receives the best mail. So, yes, he received this month's of Aquila Magazine (tagline: "Big ideas for inquisitive kids") issue and I have been wanting to blog about it for a while now. And this November's Aquila is all about geology. There is a whole section about gemstones, which is pretty cool. He's already been through it more than once, so I can now pick it up and read it myself. Wolfie might not become a geologist, but he loves learning about diamonds, rubies and emeralds, not to mention gold and other metals. So this issue was a winner. Again.

La remise sous la neige

Mon père m'a envoyé des photos de la neige qui est tombée, dont celle, obligatoire, de la remise. Une banale remise prend tout un cachet sous la neige.

The Helicopter Heist (#Noirvember read)

I blogged on the 8th about Netflix tv series The Helicopter Heist for #Noirvember. It's a Swedish caper thriller based on a novel by Jonas Bonnier. The novel it itself itself by true events. Since I blogged about it, I found out that The Helicopter Heist has been translated in English. Obviously, the adaptation is giving it a fair deal of exposure. So if I enjoy the series enough (so far I am), I might get my hands on the book. Not for this Noirvember, but maybe next year one. Scandinavian crime fiction is maybe one of the genre trend I have most neglected, so I intend to correct this. But if you have other suggestions, please let me know.

Première tempête de neige à Montréal

Photo prise par mon frère PJ de la neige après la première vraie tempête de neige. Comparez avec sa photo prise la veille. L'hiver prend vraiment le pas sur l'automne. Et ce n'est pas moi qui dit que c'est une vraie tempête de neige, c'est la météo. Et le 11 novembre, il paraît que c'est tôt, en tout cas pour Montréal. Il fût un temps, quand j'étais jeune, où une bordée de neige pareille ce n'était pas inhabituel au début de novembre, en tout cas pas au Saguenay. Dans tous les cas, je commence à me permettre d'espérer qu'elle durera et que ça ne tombera pas en sloshe. Qui sait, on aura peut-être un hiver d'antan cette année.