Lengthening shadows and changing colours

It's been an oddly two-paced sort of month. The weather has definitely taken a turn for the cold and wet. The days have gotten shorter (although not so short as to make me miss Indian weather just yet), the nights darker. Overall then, definitely into supplementary Vitamin D neighbourhood.

On the other hand, there has been the occasional break in the clouds, fantastic bright sunny days, blue skies mirroring blue water. And while the whole 'I shall strive to be active this summer' thing never really happened (I mean I strove, valiantly and largely in my day-dreams, just not in the real world :P), we nevertheless managed to enjoy some of the nice weather.

Given the weather though, (yes, that's the excuse I'm going to stick to) TV has been very much a go to chill-out option :D. Rediscovering the joy of such series as White Collar and Life on Mars, while at the same time following Maria's continuing starring turn on the Norwegian Sewing Bee (NRK Symesterskapet)!

Since finishing with the Malazans (for now), I've decided to work through the not particularly short stack of unread books already sitting on my bookshelves. Minus the three and a half unread books from Song of Ice and Fire because, well, I don't trust GRRM to finish what he's started, and would really hate to go into the series not knowing if there will ever be an end in proper (i.e. book) form.

First was the second part of Stephen Fry's Mythos trilogy - Heroes. And much like the first part, I liked it, but that was about all one could say. In some ways though, the books together make more sense than individually, in my head. Looking at the Greek myths spanning the arc of 'history', so to speak, is way more interesting for me than just reading them as stories. I do hope he releases the last part as a book in the not distant future.

And finally we come to Ready Player One. This is one of that rare breed of book where I saw the film, liked it quite a lot, and more or less because of that decided to get the book! Yup, dangers galore of the heightened expectations killing the reading experience. Not so far, I must say. I mean there are bits of it I like more than others. (That attempted pseudo-romantic interlude was particularly pathetic I thought, unless there turns out to be some relevant plot point that it contributes to later on. Although I'm not holding my breath.) The best thing was that pretty much into the first couple of chapters I'd figured this was a rather different story compared to the film. Which is better? Well, I've got a few more pages before I decide for sure :).

Man! What a trip!

It's taken me a whisker under a year to finish reading The Malazan Book of the Fallen. And in the aftermath there is a distinct sense of wildly swirling thoughts and feelings. And loss. Loss? Maybe loss is a strong and not wholly appropriate word. But something like it. For one thing, I sorely miss being immersed in this world almost daily for such a long time! On the one hand there's all the different bits that keep floating up to the forefront of my recollections from all the books. On the other, there are the unanswered questions. Oh so many questions!!

As I may or may not have posted last year when I started reading the series, I first came by the Malazan books about six or seven years ago. I had Kindle copies of them but for one reason or another never really managed to get started. Maybe it was the size of the endeavour, maybe it was the fact that I'd never really bothered to try and find out much about the series. But then, last summer, given the abundance of time and the lack of proper fantasy reading in the recent past, I decided to give it a go.

I started off with my Kindle copies, getting through all of Gardens of the Moon and almost halfway through Deadhouse Gates before being thoroughly and delightedly surprised by the gift of the first five books in paperback for my birthday! Fan that I am of book-books, I decided to start over :D. 

As I said, I'm having severe Malazan withdrawal at the moment :). Which somehow led me to this article on Tor. (Yeah, I was a bit taken aback at the number of people really really into this series :D. I mean, I get it, it's awesome! But yeah, there are some things the internet is good for.) Reading through the series wrap up from the hosts, especially that from AR, it was a relief almost, to see some of my feelings so clearly reflected! In turn, I guess, it's helped me channel all the aforementioned wildly swirling thoughts and feelings into something approaching a coherent set of opinions... maybe.

This is definitely the first time I've read a series with this sort of an overlapping story line. And while it can be confusing and maybe even frustrating to start with, for me it added greatly to the enjoyment of working things out for myself. The same can be said about the amount of hand holding (or rather, lack thereof) when it comes to a variety of concepts starting with world-building and on to plot and character development. Erikson obviously has created a world with its many details well thought through. But he isn't scared of letting the reader work things out for themselves! And this is a feeling that I found very hard to not totally love once I'd gotten used to it :).

There's also the way points of view are used. It took me a little while to work this out, but the characters' points of view are just that, their points of view. They do not constitute 'absolute truth'. Which on the one hand gives the reader, on occasion, a bunch of apparently contradictory information, but on the other hand, it allows one to really try and figure out what 'really happened' while at the same time providing unmatched access to each character. I mean, it's how we see the world that in some ways makes/shows who we are. Yeah, there's definitely a lot of stuff that I've experienced with this series that I haven't before, and I feel grateful for that.

And then there were the characters themselves! Should I really go into it all? It could turn into a very long and invariably rambling post. Not that it hasn't already :). But let's put it this way, it is nearly impossible for me to settle on favourite characters. There are just so many outstanding ones I could empathise with at various points in the series. So many amazing scenes. Heartbreaking, heartwarming, terrifying, soul-destroying, joyful... Whatever you could say about these books, they could definitely never be characterised as boring :).

So what next then? From the start, I wasn't really sure how many of the different series set in the Malazan world I would want to commit myself to, so I ignored the Novels of the Malazan Empire and stuck to Steven Erikson's work. But now, given the sheer pull of the characters with their tales left unfinished in the Book of the Fallen, I feel I must before long begin with Ian Esselmont's books. Different author, same world. But will it be the same world? I suppose I'll just have to find out!

All the takers of my days

It's not even 9 pm and the sky is almost dark. Yup, the not so great time of year to be in Norway is just around the corner :). It'll start getting darker faster and then there's the long wait for some snow to reverse some of the effects of the pervasive darkness. In the mean time however, there's still autumn. Summer though, is well and truly over.

Good thing then, that we made the most of it while it lasted, including the amazing week away in France! This time we even got a car that actually worked! As in behaved like a real car, with a real engine that could do all the allowed speed limits without feeling like it might fall apart at any moment or devoured fuel at such a rate as to make the whole driving fast thing kinda pointless :D.

Unlike last year, this wasn't a week of almost record heat, but more of cool breezes and warm sunshine. Interrupted every now and then by some thundering showers :). All the good stuff basically, and we decided to use/brave the weather (as appropriate) and ended up at the lake all but a couple of the days we were there! Sunburn duly acquired :P. Yes, I do get sunburned, much to the bemusement of my British in-laws...

The other thing that the week in France achieved, other than utter and amazing relaxation that is, was to underscore the end of the summer break. Even though I'd worked through most of the Norwegian summer holiday month of July, there had been a feeling of being almost on holiday :). But all that is now a distant memory. Getting back into the scheme of things though, has been somewhat difficult.

Another thing that is slowly drawing to a close is The Malazan Book of the Fallen. It's been over a year since I first started reading the series, and I'm finally on book ten. Just over half way through in fact. And what a journey it has been. Yes, not every one of the 10,000 pages has been an unmitigated joy. In some ways far from it. But, for me, the sum has greatly exceeded the parts.

By now I'm more or less used to the scale of the adventure. I'm used to the dynamics of death in the Malazan world, mostly :). I've probably met most of the characters and have my definite favourites and so on. But the strength of emotion Erikson is capable of drawing from me still, is astonishing.

And yes, I'm definitely going to find out what's happened to all the other characters. Those not already dead or dying on the Glass Desert. And some of those who have already passed the gate that is no longer Hood's.

On yet other fronts, what quality of test match cricket! And now of course, the US Open is on, the Premier League is back and so is Formula 1!! Happy days :D.

Beginnings and endings that are yet more beginnings

As I wrote in the last post, this month began with a wedding. And what an amazingly happy occasion that was :-). It has, alas, ended with a funeral. But in no way should this be an excuse for me to indulge in melancholy thoughts! Anything but, in fact. It feels instead, like an appropriate time to reflect on life in its various seasons and flavours.

For a start, that cake turned out beautifully :). As did the weather and everything else in the week leading up to the wedding! There was some amount of trepidation as the 5 storey, two foot tall cake was being put together, then transported into the fridge at the venue, but it all went swimmingly. Unlike last year, there was enough left over for us to even bring some back to Norway with us :D.

Working in Norway in July is a weird sort of experience. Thanks to the school holidays, most of the country goes on holiday. This is also the time the national rail system chooses to do annual maintenance. For me this translated to finding alternative transportation to get to work. Ignoring the rail replacement busses, I managed to find a more or less okay route that didn't require me to make a zillion changes and still got me there in only twenty or so minutes longer than usual :|.

On the up side, sort of, there's hardly anyone left in the office! This means, a) you get to know the people that are sticking around a whole lot better, b) you can actually go ahead and do stuff you want to without being pulled into other things every few minutes :). All in all a good few weeks. But now people are slowly beginning to trickle back in. Somehow working for a large multi-national as I did before had definitely dampened this effect.

Somehow though, in between travel and what have you, didn't really get going on the active agenda. There were a few walks around, and I did manage to run three times while in the UK, (even started feeling pretty good by the end of the week) but no concerted effort at running or cycling once we got home :|. On the up side, it's beginning to cool off a bit now, after hitting 30 degrees, so maybe now would be the time....

No post about July 2019 could possibly be complete without at least some mention of the sport! I mean, seeing how I actually follow sport :). I try not to spend too much time watching sport, 'cos otherwise that's all I'd end up doing all day :D. Even just following tennis and cricket and F1 and football in many of its forms via online scores and what have you ends up taking quite a bit of my day. So this is just to explain why I didn't bother with a subscription to watch the Cricket world cup :).

Anyhow, that particular Sunday, you'll know which one soon enough, I'd watched four sets of the Wimbledon final and then thought, well, that's enough. (Had watched Nadal loose in somewhat lacklustre fashion to Fed earlier, but was still leaning towards supporting Fed as he seemed to be playing better.) Had prior plans to watch the Silverstone GP, so I headed off only to find the two Englishmen I was going to watch the F1 with, glued to the cricket final! I figured, well, why not, and thus followed the most singularly crazy hour or so of cricket I have ever watched :D.

I mean, you couldn't help but feel for the Kiwis! And Fed, seeing how he blew a couple of championship points. And all that followed by a superb race. Which has been overshadowed by Hockenheim since, so yeah! The sports is going well :). And soon the English football season starts in earnest and the Ashes...

In the mean time I'm two thirds of the way through Dust of Dreams. I'm out of superlatives, just hanging on for dear life. In sight of the end of this epic, epic story. What can I say, beyond that I'm really looking forward to the end. And even though I briefly regretted not reading the novels of the Malazan Empire series, especially given the gap between Toll the Hounds and Dust of Dreams, I'm definitely looking forward to finishing with the Books of the Fallen first. And then maybe on to the novels next :).

A much awaited interruption to the general scheme of things

It's properly summer now! One of the qualifying criteria for me to think that these days is being able to step outside in shorts and while in the shade, not feel even a little bit chilled :).

Back in Norway this is I understand a pretty warm weekend. But at least it's not supposed to last. Here in England, it was even warmer. But once again, the 'extreme' temperatures didn't last more than an afternoon. For the best really. It's one of those things, careful what you wish for. Let it be 'nice and hot' you wish, and the next thing you know half the forests in the country are disappearing in forest fires....

Anyhow. First break of longer than a long weekend in what feels like forever. Although it isn't actually. Just about three months. But it feels like a lot. The day job has the ability to steamroll the days and weeks into a seeming uniformity. Even when it definitely isn't. But yes. It's nice to be away for a week.

Especially with all the excitement of an upcoming wedding! Lots of baking, chatting, cooking, planning, re-adjusting plans, more baking... You get the idea :).

One thing I'm still missing a bit is getting out and about on a bike. The hour-long commute does reduce some options, but still. I think if I were to be entirely honest, I'm being at least a little bit lazy. My attempted solution to that is going running while on holiday! Managed it once already. Definitely been a while. I'm feeling it in the legs :). But it's a rather nice feeling. A feeling of having done something.

And I'm hoping that in a week or so I'd be feeling a bit more used to physical exercise, and then jumping on a bike for a ride on the weekend would feel like much less of a stretch. At least that's the theory. We shall see how it works out. In the meantime, there's a wedding cake to bake!