The books are good, but the series, all BBC that it might be, is bad, too short, too light, evading essential problems. That's surprising both for the BBC and for the author. Any self-respecting author would refuse to see his or her work be reduced to some pulp story for a prime time passive consumer who is taking his TV fix every night at the same time. That's what is called moral rights for an author, the right to refuse an adaptation if it betrays the original work, and in this case it is more than a betrayal, it is an assassination, even if, or even though, the post-tea audience likes it. They have to digest their tea, of course, and they do it with one or two beers. And don't worry, this audience does not like many nuances and shades of grey. One good old blood-colored TV gravy is enough to satisfy their intellectual palate.
Stephen King deserves, from time to time, and some might say always, we go back to older works and read them again or watch them again. This Outsider is a perfect case.
Stephen King blends together some old mythology that have to do with the oldest populations in the Americas, and in this case those from South America and Mesoamerica. Their legends and mythologies have a lot to do with the same in Southeast Asia and all the islands, small or big, of the South Pacific, not with those of Siberia.
These populations must have arrived in South Chile and on the West coast of South America sometime around 30,000 BCE. They inherited the DNA of the South Pacific Homo Sapiens that included an 8 to 10 % Denisovan DNA that enabled them to live at high altitude with a level of oxygen a lot lower than at normal altitude. A trait they must share with Tibetan humans in the Himalayas.
The necessary research on the DNA of these populations has not been done yet because it implies a migration from the South Pacific to Chile and maybe Peru and a constant movement north with the meeting with those coming from Siberia somewhere in North Mexico and more probably in South and Southwest USA.
That’s Stephen King’s context and it is fascinating. But do not make the mistake of seeing El Cuco as an Extraterrestrial. He probably is either a humanoid being having gone through phenomenal mutations, or a humanoid being from an alternative level of reality, or the simple figment of the imagination of Homo Sapiens since they started being able to invent stories and communicate them orally to other people something like 300,000 BCE.
They say ”fat” is a disease, and yet I do not understand why so many people who have been fat all their lives, suddenly lose a tremendous amount of weight when they get old. I always think of Ronny Coutteure who had made the choice of getting obese because, as an actor, there was a fair demand of fat actors, and he liked it. Born in 1951, he died in 2000 at the age of 49.
This series also contains a mystery. Alan Campbell is Assistant D.A. Derek Mitchell. He is always used marginally and several times, but not many, he is entrusted with a case in court, and I do not remember any really brilliant victory. Mediocre result or failure. We have to say his boss, the Fatman, alias J.L. McCabe does not trust him very much and does not push him up in his career, though he knows he, as an obese and even ever getting more obese D.A., will need a successor soon and his assistant should be his privileged choice.
Another mystery: what did this actor Alan Campbell become? Not much indeed if we ask IMDb, not much at all, a lot more with Wikipedia, but mostly what they call “guest-starring,” those apparitions for one very limited part in TV episodes, but no main parts, no real characters the actor could be associated with, and very few films. He probably made a clean income over the years, but he will probably only survive as Assistant D.A. in Los Angeles and Hawaii with The Fatman and Jake: five full seasons, practically all the episodes. True enough, he has been kept within very rather narrow limits by his Boss, McCabe. He could have done more.
Joe Penny, alias Jake Styles did a lot more and better. His IMDb page is impressive, just as much as his Wikipedia page. His great quality is that he is flexible and can intervene in many situations that can be very different and this within two minutes on the screen, from one sequence to the next. He is a perfect hypocrite when questioning people and a monster when dealing with those that dare be bad losers. It is obvious he is English by origin. Maybe this series overused his naked backside in sexual situations a little bit too much, at least in the first three seasons. That’s a cliché of American detective stories of any kind. The “sheriff” or one of his deputies is nothing but a sex-machine. Check Banshee for example. I do wonder why Columbo did not fall into the trap. But the English characters on this line, like Hercule Poirot or Sherlock Holmes, never did that kind of bed gymnastics because they are English, of course, so no sex, please.
Le catalogue POLAR est disponible en version papier en librairie, et vous pouvez le consulter directement ici !
Un grand merci aux Libraires Ensemble pour la création du catalogue :)
A recent but bad film on Jack the Ripper identified as the dissecting morgue doctor who does his homework at night in the streets by killing prostitutes and then dissects them a second time the following day to write a report about the great skill of the killer who must have a high level of medical and surgical training. You can imagine how he knows.
Why he does it is absolutely nil. He is an alcoholic, and his wife refuses to have any sexual contact with him as long as he drinks his daily liquor. So, he compensates for his shortage of flesh pleasures by killing prostitutes but remains faithful to his wife by not using these prostitutes according to their profession.
Prokofiev produced great ballet music with this Cinderella, but the ballet by Matthew Bourne is very mediocre and extremely morbid, as if the evocation of the 1940 Battle of London were something palatable today, except if you want to prepare the audience to the horrible thing that is happening in the slow falling of the American and Western Empire. Don’t worry it will happen, and soon, though progressively, and they will be tempted to drop an atom bomb on Moscow or Gaza, but will they dare? Why not Beijing? I am sure that some are dreaming of it, like a certain Goldwater who wanted to drop one on Hanoi, in the good old days of the US crushing the whole world under their constant blackmail to erase humanity from this sorry planet.
Stephen King found an accomplice to perform the worst ternary crime possible in a trilogy that is like the trinity of some dystopian future that might turn utopian. There might be a chance to come to terms with the dystopia though it might be very similar to Alzheimer's: no hope to escape the disease, just maybe slow it down.
This Gwendy Trilogy is an attempt for Stephen King to cope with the real world that is so dystopian that the future is a duel between two over eighty-year-old men in 2024. King imagines what the world will be like in 2026. His vision is not utopian at all, but apocalyptic in spite of all.
In the USA, right now, today and tonight, there cannot be any justice for the Blacks. They die earlier than anyone else, their health deficit can reach in certain areas years of life and 10, 20, or even 30% as compared to the same for the whites. In education, the chance they have to get a Black teacher is in no way at the statistical level of the share these Black students represent in society or in the classes they attend.
And police brutality is the rule, and the only constant rule. It is not because a few cops in some hyper-popular cases have been convicted of murder and will spend quite some time in prison that things have changed. It is one drop of water in an ocean of unpunished violence. We even saw one policewoman shooting one Black young man dead and she pretended she had mixed up her gun for her tazer. An idiotic defense that pretends the person is dumb, unqualified, badly trained, and even so stressed in any situation that she can pass water in her pants and her senses become so fuzzy that she is “confused,” so confused that she mixes up gun and tazer but she kept her eyesight perfectly clear and to the point so that she shot the Black young man on the spot dead, irremediably dead.
And some good citizens who know their First and Second Amendments by heart can start running after a Black jogger in the street. Running? You’re kidding. They used their own truck, SUV, or car to make sure he won’t escape, and then, the three of them shoot him down dead. And such facts happen day after day and the vast majority of the perpetrators, police or civilians, go through justice, if ever, with a slap on the left hand so that their right hand will not in any way be unable to write, or simply button up and down their pants and shirts.
Stephen King deserves, from time to time, and some might say always, we go back to older works and read them again or watch them again. This Outsider is a perfect case.
Stephen King blends together some old mythology that have to do with the oldest populations in the Americas, and in this case those from South America and Mesoamerica. Their legends and mythologies have a lot to do with the same in Southeast Asia and all the islands, small or big, of the South Pacific, not with those of Siberia.
These populations must have arrived in South Chile and on the West coast of South America sometime around 30,000 BCE. They inherited the DNA of the South Pacific Homo Sapiens that included an 8 to 10 % Denisovan DNA that enabled them to live at high altitude with a level of oxygen a lot lower than at normal altitude. A trait they must share with Tibetan humans in the Himalayas.
The necessary research on the DNA of these populations has not been done yet because it implies a migration from the South Pacific to Chile and maybe Peru and a constant movement north with the meeting with those coming from Siberia somewhere in North Mexico and more probably in South and Southwest USA.
That’s Stephen King’s context and it is fascinating. But do not make the mistake of seeing El Cuco as an Extraterrestrial. He probably is either a humanoid being having gone through phenomenal mutations, or a humanoid being from an alternative level of reality, or the simple figment of the imagination of Homo Sapiens since they started being able to invent stories and communicate them orally to other people something like 300,000 BCE.
They say ”fat” is a disease, and yet I do not understand why so many people who have been fat all their lives, suddenly lose a tremendous amount of weight when they get old. I always think of Ronny Coutteure who had made the choice of getting obese because, as an actor, there was a fair demand of fat actors, and he liked it. Born in 1951, he died in 2000 at the age of 49.
This series also contains a mystery. Alan Campbell is Assistant D.A. Derek Mitchell. He is always used marginally and several times, but not many, he is entrusted with a case in court, and I do not remember any really brilliant victory. Mediocre result or failure. We have to say his boss, the Fatman, alias J.L. McCabe does not trust him very much and does not push him up in his career, though he knows he, as an obese and even ever getting more obese D.A., will need a successor soon and his assistant should be his privileged choice.
Another mystery: what did this actor Alan Campbell become? Not much indeed if we ask IMDb, not much at all, a lot more with Wikipedia, but mostly what they call “guest-starring,” those apparitions for one very limited part in TV episodes, but no main parts, no real characters the actor could be associated with, and very few films. He probably made a clean income over the years, but he will probably only survive as Assistant D.A. in Los Angeles and Hawaii with The Fatman and Jake: five full seasons, practically all the episodes. True enough, he has been kept within very rather narrow limits by his Boss, McCabe. He could have done more.
Joe Penny, alias Jake Styles did a lot more and better. His IMDb page is impressive, just as much as his Wikipedia page. His great quality is that he is flexible and can intervene in many situations that can be very different and this within two minutes on the screen, from one sequence to the next. He is a perfect hypocrite when questioning people and a monster when dealing with those that dare be bad losers. It is obvious he is English by origin. Maybe this series overused his naked backside in sexual situations a little bit too much, at least in the first three seasons. That’s a cliché of American detective stories of any kind. The “sheriff” or one of his deputies is nothing but a sex-machine. Check Banshee for example. I do wonder why Columbo did not fall into the trap. But the English characters on this line, like Hercule Poirot or Sherlock Holmes, never did that kind of bed gymnastics because they are English, of course, so no sex, please.
Le catalogue POLAR est disponible en version papier en librairie, et vous pouvez le consulter directement ici !
Un grand merci aux Libraires Ensemble pour la création du catalogue :)
A recent but bad film on Jack the Ripper identified as the dissecting morgue doctor who does his homework at night in the streets by killing prostitutes and then dissects them a second time the following day to write a report about the great skill of the killer who must have a high level of medical and surgical training. You can imagine how he knows.
Why he does it is absolutely nil. He is an alcoholic, and his wife refuses to have any sexual contact with him as long as he drinks his daily liquor. So, he compensates for his shortage of flesh pleasures by killing prostitutes but remains faithful to his wife by not using these prostitutes according to their profession.
Prokofiev produced great ballet music with this Cinderella, but the ballet by Matthew Bourne is very mediocre and extremely morbid, as if the evocation of the 1940 Battle of London were something palatable today, except if you want to prepare the audience to the horrible thing that is happening in the slow falling of the American and Western Empire. Don’t worry it will happen, and soon, though progressively, and they will be tempted to drop an atom bomb on Moscow or Gaza, but will they dare? Why not Beijing? I am sure that some are dreaming of it, like a certain Goldwater who wanted to drop one on Hanoi, in the good old days of the US crushing the whole world under their constant blackmail to erase humanity from this sorry planet.
Stephen King found an accomplice to perform the worst ternary crime possible in a trilogy that is like the trinity of some dystopian future that might turn utopian. There might be a chance to come to terms with the dystopia though it might be very similar to Alzheimer's: no hope to escape the disease, just maybe slow it down.
This Gwendy Trilogy is an attempt for Stephen King to cope with the real world that is so dystopian that the future is a duel between two over eighty-year-old men in 2024. King imagines what the world will be like in 2026. His vision is not utopian at all, but apocalyptic in spite of all.
In the USA, right now, today and tonight, there cannot be any justice for the Blacks. They die earlier than anyone else, their health deficit can reach in certain areas years of life and 10, 20, or even 30% as compared to the same for the whites. In education, the chance they have to get a Black teacher is in no way at the statistical level of the share these Black students represent in society or in the classes they attend.
And police brutality is the rule, and the only constant rule. It is not because a few cops in some hyper-popular cases have been convicted of murder and will spend quite some time in prison that things have changed. It is one drop of water in an ocean of unpunished violence. We even saw one policewoman shooting one Black young man dead and she pretended she had mixed up her gun for her tazer. An idiotic defense that pretends the person is dumb, unqualified, badly trained, and even so stressed in any situation that she can pass water in her pants and her senses become so fuzzy that she is “confused,” so confused that she mixes up gun and tazer but she kept her eyesight perfectly clear and to the point so that she shot the Black young man on the spot dead, irremediably dead.
And some good citizens who know their First and Second Amendments by heart can start running after a Black jogger in the street. Running? You’re kidding. They used their own truck, SUV, or car to make sure he won’t escape, and then, the three of them shoot him down dead. And such facts happen day after day and the vast majority of the perpetrators, police or civilians, go through justice, if ever, with a slap on the left hand so that their right hand will not in any way be unable to write, or simply button up and down their pants and shirts.
Jury Justice is very variable, frankly haphazard. You may say crime justifies this haphazardness, but I do believe our justice system does not work properly. It is too often biased because the jury is selected on the basis of disregarding what they actually know about the crime and what they have learned in the media including the tabloids that are just like opioids lethal. This series shows quite a few cases of mistrials, of wrong verdicts delivered by self-contained jury in fake isolation. You can say the accused and convicted can appeal. Yes for sure, provided they have a good solicitor or defense attorney, which is expensive.
American Psycho is a legend and Bret Easton Ellis is its prophet. It happens when violence becomes the normal expression of a repressed Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder in a human being, generally the result of some trauma in infancy or childhood. What's more, Bret Easton Ellis's style is unique in this shift from OCD to, in his case, complex nominal composition. Enjoy the trip in the films and some literary extension, and then a very close study of the Obsessive-Compulsive Disordered nominal phrase complexity. Even Shakespeare would not have dared to go that far, even in A Midsummer Night's Dream.
560 nouveaux Romans et Essais "seulement" pour cette rentrée et nous remercions les éditeurs d'avoir légèrement abaissé leur production mais c'est une tradition bien française et notre petit catalogue se veut à guide à travers ce nouveau cru de la rentrée littéraire 2016. Il y en a 560 que nous aurons tous en stock dès que le dernier sera paru mais nous vous ne proposons 100 comme véritablement incontournables.
100 livres sélectionnés par des libraires indépendants (Les Libraires Ensemble) et leurs équipes.
Merci aux auteurs qui cette année encore nous régalent de créativité et aux éditeurs de leur permettre de rayonner....
This film is probably a masterpiece, but it has all the defects of a provocation. It will have to teach its audience how to step back from their erotic voyeurism in order to see the deep perverse psychological logic in the three main male characters.
They may desire one another two by two or all three at once. They may desire only themselves as males, but also with one or two female disruptions, female entertainments, and female discardable toys. Women are only distractions, as Blaise Pascal would say, from the main divine target of men perverted into enjoying a limitless life in excessive wealth that destroys all possible human and humane perspectives, hence any moral or ethical hesitation before doing anything pleasurable for the man in bliss, even if and maybe especially because it is hurtful to the targets and the suffering beneficiaries of the bullying since it is bullying in the end.
If you are not from that top social class, but from a slightly lower class, and hence only have limited means you have to take care of and economize, then your only hope in this society is to cannibalize one family of the top aristocracy. That’s nothing but a narcissistic project because you are going to do it for the sole love and sake of yourself, and only yourself, not even your soul. At the end of it, you will be the king of the estate, but the king will be naked and the emperor will be standing and strutting in his new clothes. The main character will love it because these new clothes are light and they hide nothing, but only to his own eyes in the mirror in the bathroom he will break with his own fists after enjoying his fluid liberation in the washstand.
To speak of Mo Xiang Tong Xiu’s novel, or rather series of novels, Heaven Official’s Blessing is difficult but fascinating. How can we deal with two young men sleeping together and yet having no carnal contact, which does not mean no hormonal or seminal activity, but definitely not shared? Why is the gay interpretation so easily cast onto this novel so fast and heavily in the West? So far, no answer.
Boys’ bands did not last very long in Europe, and we can wonder if they ever existed in North America, and we can also wonder if these boys’ bands were not an English specialty. But in Asia they are a very old and traditional practice. The South Koreans are the masters as for boys’ bands right now, and they last a tremendous number of years, even when they are no longer boys. We are used to these boys sculpted by exercise as if they were Greek statues and they never missed a chance to let the audience, let us see their abdominals or their nude body over the waistline of their underwear, trousers even partly open. No one, in Korea or any-else-where would say they are gay. Because they are not. For them, the eroticism on the stage that can only be shared by boys since there are only boys on the stage, is just that: titillating play on the stage directed at the audience, boys as well as girls. They might be shocked if you told them they are gay, because they are not, because it is not even the point. Erotic titillation is not sexual, only onanism for the spectators.
The Chinese are following behind, but they seem to be willing to bring boys and girls together in those young people’s bands. Will they succeed? That will have to be shown in ten years.
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But MXTX is a young woman writer, and she seems to be quite willing to make her main characters in Heaven Official’s Blessing, two apparently young men though both are super old, one semi-divine in the heavens, the other a top ghost in his own ghost realm. They develop a relationship that is both intimate and spiritual, and yet their association is first of all the bringing together of their particular powers – that are great on both sides – to solve some cosmic and human problems in the human realm that is constantly invaded by supernatural beings who only want to exploit these not so swift humans: make them worship the supernatural beings, pay tribute (meaning actually give these spiritual beings what they need to survive and thrive in the human world, like temples and food, and eventually some more carnal pleasures.
Is this author, a woman mind you, playing with our penile equipment, or only with our sentimental and emotional need to be in love and cooperate with people who look as young as us and are of the same sex as us. Can these boys’ emotions develop into real love including carnal satisfaction. So far, in the first volume, it does not. We’ll see later.
Three crime series in one entry.
First, The Brokenwood Mysteries; seasons 1 to 3.
Second, The Coroner, Complete Series.
Third, The Unforgotten, Series 1 to 4, Complete Series.
Police series, detective stories, criminal mysteries, and many other options in the field of crime and delinquency have been explored by the English from the first moment they started existing, a very long time ago.
Shakespeare and he was not the first author in the field, loved those stories of crimes and criminals, having people assassinated, or mutilated, or tortured on the stage from Titus Andronicus to Romeo and Juliet.
Dickens was a good one too in that field, but Shakespeare looked at crime from the outside, from some ethical point of view. Dickens looked at it from inside, from the point of view of the criminals themselves forced to commit crimes in order to simply survive.
Then you had Mary Shelley and her Frankenstein and then later on Dracula came into the picture, and many others trill we came across Conan Doyle who edicted the proper form of a crime story or detective story, hence an investigation of a crime we can only see from outside, and the investigation is to get into it to see how it got developed and who was the criminal.
Since then, with the radio at first, the cinema next, and finally television leading directly to streaming and the Internet, those police adventures have just become adventures, and the extreme form is what they call action films where violence is no longer criminal since it has been transformed into the ultimate survival if not the final renascence before the apocalypse.
Enjoy these series.
The world, the way it is going to be in 19 years, tomorrow morning in a way. The Chinese vision of a user-friendly A.I. that could help us increase the humanity and humanism of this world. It would do so many things in our place and liberate us NOT FOR US TO DO NOTHING but for us to do other things that A.I. cannot do. But is there anything A.I. cannot do?
Bernard Marr just published Generative AI in Practice (1), which brings together the matter he has been dealing with on his blogs: Artificial Intelligence from the simple practical point of view of a user along with a systematic question about what can the consequences be for the various jobs these users have? But the book is always schematic when it shows the negative consequences will not compare with the positive consequences, though bad or good, they will require a lot of changes in the way we work, the jobs available, and the mindset of the users.
Bernard Marr does not insist so much on the negative sides of GenAI, but he does list them, particularly all sorts of cheating by using GenAI to replace one’s own writing work, all types of misuse of the intellectual property of such mechanical production of text, images, videos or any other copyrightable product that the user presents as his/her own.
But he does not enter the details, and thus he remains superficial. The problems of misinformation, hallucination, and bias are a lot less important, even with deep fakes, though Bernard Marr remains superficial on such dangers. He considers these GenAI products more like patentable or trademark problems, which they are but that’s the only side or point of view of the businesses using this technology.
At the present moment, lawsuits are emerging on the Intellectual Property front with people getting ready to go to court for unauthorized use of protected data and items within LLMs, or the use of voices, slightly synthesized (hence plagiarism and plain theft) as commercial products sold with an unshared profit. I will concentrate, in the second part, on chapter 10 on education to enter some details I know from the practice of self-learning at many levels of the educational system. (2)
Les Arts en Balade in Clermont-Ferrand this month of May 2024 were a success because they expanded to two cities outside Clermont conurbation, Thiers and Vic-Le-Comte, there were many people everywhere, there were 240+ artists or groups in about the same number of places: public spaces dedicated for such events, supportive professional institutions like the Order of Lawyers and the Order of Architects, many stores of all sorts opening their businesses to one or two artists, and also many apartments in the city transformed into workshops where artists could present their work. They were also a success because they lasted four days and were just as dense on Friday, May 17 as on the three following days up to Monday, May 20. Note the case of Michelin who opened their conference rooms and galleries in their Headquarters to three artists with a very good service guiding the visitors and making feel, equally at ease, the audience and the works of art, even from some green challenge declared to be ecological. Thank God we are not in the Orsay Museum of Le Louvre
This complete covering of the event I was able to work on, plus some suggestions for further development and opening to other arts than only plastic arts inside exhibition rooms or halls and on portable media. The opinions and tips are just mine of course, not those of an Artificial Intelligence requested to caress the wild artistic animals of this event smoothly and avoid ruffling their hairs. I apologize if some find it slightly rough at times. Arts are often harsh, and thus critics have to be harsh too. To critically cover an art exhibition is a love affair, and as they say in French, we could pretend that good lovers are also good at chastising those they love.
Les Arts en Balade à Clermont-Ferrand ce mois de mai 2024 ont été un succès car ils se sont étendus à deux villes hors agglomération clermontoise, Thiers et Vic-Le-Comte, il y avait beaucoup de monde partout, il y avait plus de 240 artistes ou groupes dans environ le même nombre de lieux : des espaces publics dédiés à de tels événements, des institutions professionnelles exprimant ainsi leur soutien comme l'Ordre des Avocats et l'Ordre des Architectes, de nombreux magasins en tout genre ouvrant leurs commerces à un ou deux artistes, mais aussi de nombreux appartements en ville transformés en ateliers. où les artistes pouvaient présenter leur travail. Ils furent également une réussite car ils durèrent quatre jours et furent tout aussi denses le vendredi 17 mai que les trois jours suivants jusqu'au lundi 20 mai. A noter le cas de Michelin qui a ouvert ses salles de conférence et d’exposition à son siège social à trois artistes avec un très bon service guidant les visiteurs et faisant sentir, également à l'aise, le public et les œuvres d'art, même de quelque défi vert déclaré écologique. Dieu merci, nous ne sommes pas au Musée d'Orsay ou du Louvre
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American Psycho is a legend and Bret Easton Ellis is its prophet. It happens when violence becomes the normal expression of a repressed Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder in a human being, generally the result of some trauma in infancy or childhood. What's more, Bret Easton Ellis's style is unique in this shift from OCD to, in his case, complex nominal composition. Enjoy the trip in the films and some literary extension, and then a very close study of the Obsessive-Compulsive Disordered nominal phrase complexity. Even Shakespeare would not have dared to go that far, even in A Midsummer Night's Dream.
560 nouveaux Romans et Essais "seulement" pour cette rentrée et nous remercions les éditeurs d'avoir légèrement abaissé leur production mais c'est une tradition bien française et notre petit catalogue se veut à guide à travers ce nouveau cru de la rentrée littéraire 2016. Il y en a 560 que nous aurons tous en stock dès que le dernier sera paru mais nous vous ne proposons 100 comme véritablement incontournables.
100 livres sélectionnés par des libraires indépendants (Les Libraires Ensemble) et leurs équipes.
Merci aux auteurs qui cette année encore nous régalent de créativité et aux éditeurs de leur permettre de rayonner....
This film is probably a masterpiece, but it has all the defects of a provocation. It will have to teach its audience how to step back from their erotic voyeurism in order to see the deep perverse psychological logic in the three main male characters.
They may desire one another two by two or all three at once. They may desire only themselves as males, but also with one or two female disruptions, female entertainments, and female discardable toys. Women are only distractions, as Blaise Pascal would say, from the main divine target of men perverted into enjoying a limitless life in excessive wealth that destroys all possible human and humane perspectives, hence any moral or ethical hesitation before doing anything pleasurable for the man in bliss, even if and maybe especially because it is hurtful to the targets and the suffering beneficiaries of the bullying since it is bullying in the end.
If you are not from that top social class, but from a slightly lower class, and hence only have limited means you have to take care of and economize, then your only hope in this society is to cannibalize one family of the top aristocracy. That’s nothing but a narcissistic project because you are going to do it for the sole love and sake of yourself, and only yourself, not even your soul. At the end of it, you will be the king of the estate, but the king will be naked and the emperor will be standing and strutting in his new clothes. The main character will love it because these new clothes are light and they hide nothing, but only to his own eyes in the mirror in the bathroom he will break with his own fists after enjoying his fluid liberation in the washstand.
To speak of Mo Xiang Tong Xiu’s novel, or rather series of novels, Heaven Official’s Blessing is difficult but fascinating. How can we deal with two young men sleeping together and yet having no carnal contact, which does not mean no hormonal or seminal activity, but definitely not shared? Why is the gay interpretation so easily cast onto this novel so fast and heavily in the West? So far, no answer.
Boys’ bands did not last very long in Europe, and we can wonder if they ever existed in North America, and we can also wonder if these boys’ bands were not an English specialty. But in Asia they are a very old and traditional practice. The South Koreans are the masters as for boys’ bands right now, and they last a tremendous number of years, even when they are no longer boys. We are used to these boys sculpted by exercise as if they were Greek statues and they never missed a chance to let the audience, let us see their abdominals or their nude body over the waistline of their underwear, trousers even partly open. No one, in Korea or any-else-where would say they are gay. Because they are not. For them, the eroticism on the stage that can only be shared by boys since there are only boys on the stage, is just that: titillating play on the stage directed at the audience, boys as well as girls. They might be shocked if you told them they are gay, because they are not, because it is not even the point. Erotic titillation is not sexual, only onanism for the spectators.
The Chinese are following behind, but they seem to be willing to bring boys and girls together in those young people’s bands. Will they succeed? That will have to be shown in ten years.
ASIAN ROMEO & CHINESE MERCUTIO
VERLAINE DE PARIS-À-NU & RIMBAUD DES ARDENNES
https://www.paris-a-nu.fr/paris-de-paul-verlaine-1893/
But MXTX is a young woman writer, and she seems to be quite willing to make her main characters in Heaven Official’s Blessing, two apparently young men though both are super old, one semi-divine in the heavens, the other a top ghost in his own ghost realm. They develop a relationship that is both intimate and spiritual, and yet their association is first of all the bringing together of their particular powers – that are great on both sides – to solve some cosmic and human problems in the human realm that is constantly invaded by supernatural beings who only want to exploit these not so swift humans: make them worship the supernatural beings, pay tribute (meaning actually give these spiritual beings what they need to survive and thrive in the human world, like temples and food, and eventually some more carnal pleasures.
Is this author, a woman mind you, playing with our penile equipment, or only with our sentimental and emotional need to be in love and cooperate with people who look as young as us and are of the same sex as us. Can these boys’ emotions develop into real love including carnal satisfaction. So far, in the first volume, it does not. We’ll see later.
Three crime series in one entry.
First, The Brokenwood Mysteries; seasons 1 to 3.
Second, The Coroner, Complete Series.
Third, The Unforgotten, Series 1 to 4, Complete Series.
Police series, detective stories, criminal mysteries, and many other options in the field of crime and delinquency have been explored by the English from the first moment they started existing, a very long time ago.
Shakespeare and he was not the first author in the field, loved those stories of crimes and criminals, having people assassinated, or mutilated, or tortured on the stage from Titus Andronicus to Romeo and Juliet.
Dickens was a good one too in that field, but Shakespeare looked at crime from the outside, from some ethical point of view. Dickens looked at it from inside, from the point of view of the criminals themselves forced to commit crimes in order to simply survive.
Then you had Mary Shelley and her Frankenstein and then later on Dracula came into the picture, and many others trill we came across Conan Doyle who edicted the proper form of a crime story or detective story, hence an investigation of a crime we can only see from outside, and the investigation is to get into it to see how it got developed and who was the criminal.
Since then, with the radio at first, the cinema next, and finally television leading directly to streaming and the Internet, those police adventures have just become adventures, and the extreme form is what they call action films where violence is no longer criminal since it has been transformed into the ultimate survival if not the final renascence before the apocalypse.
Enjoy these series.
The world, the way it is going to be in 19 years, tomorrow morning in a way. The Chinese vision of a user-friendly A.I. that could help us increase the humanity and humanism of this world. It would do so many things in our place and liberate us NOT FOR US TO DO NOTHING but for us to do other things that A.I. cannot do. But is there anything A.I. cannot do?
Bernard Marr just published Generative AI in Practice (1), which brings together the matter he has been dealing with on his blogs: Artificial Intelligence from the simple practical point of view of a user along with a systematic question about what can the consequences be for the various jobs these users have? But the book is always schematic when it shows the negative consequences will not compare with the positive consequences, though bad or good, they will require a lot of changes in the way we work, the jobs available, and the mindset of the users.
Bernard Marr does not insist so much on the negative sides of GenAI, but he does list them, particularly all sorts of cheating by using GenAI to replace one’s own writing work, all types of misuse of the intellectual property of such mechanical production of text, images, videos or any other copyrightable product that the user presents as his/her own.
But he does not enter the details, and thus he remains superficial. The problems of misinformation, hallucination, and bias are a lot less important, even with deep fakes, though Bernard Marr remains superficial on such dangers. He considers these GenAI products more like patentable or trademark problems, which they are but that’s the only side or point of view of the businesses using this technology.
At the present moment, lawsuits are emerging on the Intellectual Property front with people getting ready to go to court for unauthorized use of protected data and items within LLMs, or the use of voices, slightly synthesized (hence plagiarism and plain theft) as commercial products sold with an unshared profit. I will concentrate, in the second part, on chapter 10 on education to enter some details I know from the practice of self-learning at many levels of the educational system. (2)
Les Arts en Balade in Clermont-Ferrand this month of May 2024 were a success because they expanded to two cities outside Clermont conurbation, Thiers and Vic-Le-Comte, there were many people everywhere, there were 240+ artists or groups in about the same number of places: public spaces dedicated for such events, supportive professional institutions like the Order of Lawyers and the Order of Architects, many stores of all sorts opening their businesses to one or two artists, and also many apartments in the city transformed into workshops where artists could present their work. They were also a success because they lasted four days and were just as dense on Friday, May 17 as on the three following days up to Monday, May 20. Note the case of Michelin who opened their conference rooms and galleries in their Headquarters to three artists with a very good service guiding the visitors and making feel, equally at ease, the audience and the works of art, even from some green challenge declared to be ecological. Thank God we are not in the Orsay Museum of Le Louvre
This complete covering of the event I was able to work on, plus some suggestions for further development and opening to other arts than only plastic arts inside exhibition rooms or halls and on portable media. The opinions and tips are just mine of course, not those of an Artificial Intelligence requested to caress the wild artistic animals of this event smoothly and avoid ruffling their hairs. I apologize if some find it slightly rough at times. Arts are often harsh, and thus critics have to be harsh too. To critically cover an art exhibition is a love affair, and as they say in French, we could pretend that good lovers are also good at chastising those they love.
Les Arts en Balade à Clermont-Ferrand ce mois de mai 2024 ont été un succès car ils se sont étendus à deux villes hors agglomération clermontoise, Thiers et Vic-Le-Comte, il y avait beaucoup de monde partout, il y avait plus de 240 artistes ou groupes dans environ le même nombre de lieux : des espaces publics dédiés à de tels événements, des institutions professionnelles exprimant ainsi leur soutien comme l'Ordre des Avocats et l'Ordre des Architectes, de nombreux magasins en tout genre ouvrant leurs commerces à un ou deux artistes, mais aussi de nombreux appartements en ville transformés en ateliers. où les artistes pouvaient présenter leur travail. Ils furent également une réussite car ils durèrent quatre jours et furent tout aussi denses le vendredi 17 mai que les trois jours suivants jusqu'au lundi 20 mai. A noter le cas de Michelin qui a ouvert ses salles de conférence et d’exposition à son siège social à trois artistes avec un très bon service guidant les visiteurs et faisant sentir, également à l'aise, le public et les œuvres d'art, même de quelque défi vert déclaré écologique. Dieu merci, nous ne sommes pas au Musée d'Orsay ou du Louvre
Ce reportage complet de l'événement sur lequel j'ai pu travailler, ainsi que ...
A novel of political fiction that does not reach science-fiction but wants to tell us a lot about the modern world and what the choices are for us in this decaying future. The pattern, the Gestalt of this book seems to be that no matter what humans try to do, good or bad, progressive or reactionary, democratic or dictatorial, there is no hope and no future for those initiatives. Any attempt at changing the decaying world we live in is doomed to be a failure.
What is history? The production of what happens in our world, in fact, in the cosmos, and no human individual, no human crowd, no human anything can control or change the course of such events. If by any chance we want to understand what makes history, we have to consider billions, maybe trillions of parameters in the cosmos and we, the human dwarves we are, do not even control half a dozen of them and our vanity makes us believe we can command the cosmos because we want to be gods. In the old days and in other civilizations than the Western denied Bible, they were humble enough to give this power to a God that was not of the human species.
Here Salman Rushdie follows a witch bewitched by a goddess who pretends she can create a whole empire from a bag, or rather a sack of seeds, and this leads to a total and pitiful defeat and absolute termination of the attempt, but it means Salman Rushdie is predicting that all the positive elements his witch tries, religious tolerance, education for boys and girls equally, women’s rights, gender-friendly policies, peace and coexistence, and finally freedom of expression are all doomed to fail and crumble as soon as they reach some height. In other words, his novel and his vision are the rewriting of the Babel Tower myth.
Sorry boys and girls, no future for any progressive dream, just as much as for any regressive nightmare. Life and history are neither a dream nor a nightmare. They are nothing but cosmic determinism governed by the cosmos itself, and we can be happy with the fact our world is not in a black hole. But after all, maybe that’s the destiny and fate of humanity, to end up in a bottomless black hole.
This series is very well done, suspenseful, at least as much as possible, twisted and distorted like any crime series should be but unluckily it is biased. It states to anyone who wants to listen that crime has roots in only one thing: family dysfunctioning and nothing else. The fact that society leads some people who do not fit in the standard mold to rebellion, frustration and violence by being biased against them and bullying them all the time and if they want to have contacts with people, they have to go down on their knees and beg for a favor.
That’s too bad because the cases in this rural north Wales area deserve a lot better, and probably, a more open vision of crime in this community.
LA CHAISE-DIEU MÉDIÉVALE & LA RÉVOLUTION BÉNÉDICTINE--MEDIEVAL LA CHAISE-DIEU...Editions La Dondaine
On July 13, 2024, at La Chaise-Dieu, the European Network of Casadean Sites will present a public conference on the topic of the Benedictine Revolution in Livradois-Forez, led by the La Chaise-Dieu Abbaye, starting a bit earlier with the religious reform brought up by Charlemagne in the 9th century. The Abbaye was founded less than 200 years later. The conference will focus the discussion – and it has to be a discussion – on the consequences of the Carolingian religious reform, the agricultural revolution with the invention of the horse collar and the management of the land, the rotation of crops, cultivation, and fertilization. Then the proto-industrial revolution that will bring five types of watermills for grain, oil, tan, hemp (fiber and cloth), and slightly later paper. This will make Livradois-Forez an essential region producing hemp cables and hemp cloth for ships. The first result was 75 days without any work in the year, no work before and after morning and evening angelus, and a pause with midday angelus. The second result was better food and demographical expansion, up to the end of the 13th century.
Then things became darker. Overpopulation brought unrest and all sorts of contests and conflicts at the religious level itself (Crusades in the Middle East, but also against the Cathars in France. Then in 1346, the Black Death, a pandemic in Europe of the bubonic plague, caused a tremendous level of deaths. Then, the One Hundred Years War started in 1337. The resilience of the population enabled Europe in general to go through, and around 1450 the printing press was developed by Gutenberg enabling the printing of books for the highly-needed university training of great numbers of people to bring Europe back on its feet. The Renaissance was the result of this period, a tremendously positive and creative period, and at the same time, a highly-disturbed era with The Reformation, and the religious wars that concerned all countries at a time when nationalism was emerging.
Two speakers-debaters will present the five or six centuries concerned as fast as possible to let the audience debate questions like:
1- The influence and impact of Charlemagne’s religious reform.
2- The feudal system: land ownership and serfdom.
3- The role of technology to produce energy, replace human work, and develop new products.
4- Religious tensions with Avignon and Rome conformist Popes.
5- The role of The Inquisition and religious justice.
6- The fate of the cable industry when Omerin In Ambert is number one in Europe or the world for various high-security and high-technicity cables.
7- The culture: architecture, music, painting, carving, theater, oratorio and opera, literature.
It will take place at LA CHAISE-DIEU – AUDITORIUM GEORGES CZIFFRA
SAMEDI 13 JUILLET 2024 – 14-17 HEURES 30.
The two main speakers so far are Dr Jacques COULARDEAU (Université Paris 1 Panthéon-Sorbonne) and PhD Graduate Student Clément GOMY (Université Clermont Auvergne
Xavier Rouard searches and researches the linguistic world, scientific research of course, for the origin, the cradle, the homeland, or the motherland, of Indo-European. He is not the only one in the world, but he goes against practically all the others by positioning this linguistic nursery in Central Asia based on a Eurasian or trans-Eurasian language or languages. But precisely Eurasian languages only came into existence from the moment when syntactic-analytic Indo-Iranian languages left the Iranian plateau where they had stationed themselves when they arrived from Black Africa, some 40,000 years ago, or BCE, not much difference here. They had to go through the Ice Age first and finally get on the move after this climate event probably around 15,000 BCE, some east to the southern Asian continent, with Pakistan and India, others west down into Mesopotamia and from there to Europe. These people, on both side, encountered people who spoke other languages, Turkic agglutinative languages, and isolating Sino-Tibetan languages, mostly. These languages had integrated the Denisovans and their own language(s). Thes encountered people were hybrid Homo Sapiens with a varying proportion of Denisovan DNA in Central Asia, and the same in Mesopotamia with a varying proportion od Neanderthalensis DNA. When they reached Europe, the population was essentially of Turkic language and origin with a varying level of hybridization with European Homo Neanderthalensis. It is such encounters that generated or engendered the various Indo-European or Indo-Aryan languages
My approach is phylogenetic and thus it is absolutely impossible for me not to take into consideration the migrations and geographic, hence social, cultural and linguistic movements of these populations. That’s the basic principle of Joseph Greenberg who considered that all these migrations had only one matrix or melting pot that produced the emergence of human articulated language on the basis of what these emerging Homo Sapiens inherited from the other Hominins from which they were descending.
But Joseph Greenberg and his disciples encountered a problem: in all language you should find a certain number of words whose “roots” are universal and stable in meaning. These are the roots coming from Black Africa before any migration out of Black Africa. The problem is then that it does not enable any topology of languages. So, they, Greenberg and his disciples, tried to introduce “grammatical” or “syntactic” words, but even so it does go that far.
To get somewhere you have to ask the question about the phylogeny of articulated language(s), and there you only find three articulations in a precise order: root-languages (by the way vastly ignored by Xavier Rouard), Isolating character languages, and agglutinative as well as synthetic-analytic languages according to the migrations out of Black Africa. If you do not consider this phylogeny, then you put all sorts of languages together in the melting pot [...}
The Mayas are more a cultural and historical mystery than a vast field of knowledge. We know less than we can even imagine about them. Where did they come from? What language did they speak before coming to Mesoamerica? What were their beliefs before arriving in Yucatan? They brought with them cacao, chocolate, writing, mathematics, extremely advanced calendars, phenomenal knowledge about stars, planets and the cosmos. They even brought with them a vigesimal counting system with the mathematics going along with it, including the equivalent of our zero (that we borrowed from the Arabs in the 17th century) that enabled them to count up to the infinite.
The most remarkable achievement is that they managed to merge phenomenal art with the glyphic writing system of theirs. We know the glyphs were works of art, for one, and a syllabary phonetic writing system, for two. For a very long time the second aspect was rejected, particularly by Sir Eric Thompson. Luckily this untruth was rejected after his death, with a little bit of disregard before his death. The glyphs were not flat symbolic of items and purely artistic, like some kind of secondary if not superfluous decoration. The colonizing Spaniards considered that decoration as diabolical and they burned and destroyed all the books and artifacts that carried such artistic representations of Maya reality and such glyphs that could only be the language of the devil.
Imagine how surprised I was when I discovered this catalogue of an exhibition at the MET Museum of Art in New York. They provide some images of the glyphs, and even some sentences written with them. But they systematically ignore the glyphs, transliterate the sentences and words into Latin-transliterated Maya, and simply work and speculate on these transliterations and their translations into English. They lose all the richness of meaning and beauty of the glyphs. In other words, they terminate, bring to a final end the destructive work of the Spaniards, the culturicide of the Mayas and the Maya culture and civilization. My full study (about 15,000 words, only in English) is available
The 3 Literacies of Modern Age, the Trikirion of CommunicationEditions La Dondaine
Review of the Trikirion of Communication:
Symboleracy, Numeracy and Techneracy
The starting point is the phylogeny of communication because the educational topic I am going to address cannot even exist if there is no communication. We have to understand that all Hominins were communicating. Probably all Hominins after Homo Erectus included had some command of some articulated language, but only Homo Sapiens reached the comprehensive and sustainable command of the fully-articulated language, probably around 200,000 BCE.
The next great stage Is the development of representational and symbolic Inscriptions and paintings or engravings on all durable media available, rockface in caves, stone, bone, ivory, and tusks. This symbolic transcription of stories and experience, maybe some spiritual language accompanying some rituals, is the first form of writing seen as symbolic transcription and going back to 300,000 BCE with Homo Naledi, 100,000 BCE with Homo Neanderthalensis, and 50,000 with Homo Sapiens.
Syllabic and alphabetical writing only came around 3,500 BCE for Homo Sapiens. There might have been older cases, but archaeology has not yet covered the whole world for all types of symbolic inscriptions that could have led to symbolic phonetic writing. The next stage was the printing press which enabled mass education and mass communication.
ENTRE IA & LES ÉCRANS LE THÉÄTRE EST EN QUESTION
The Journal “Théâtres du Monde” has just published its 34th issue. I have two articles published in that journal. So here is first of all the table of contents of the 2024 issue, and I added to these three pages all the preparatory work I have done to write the two articles that deal with the series HUNTERS and the author Lorraine HANSBERRY. These reviews and critiques are all bilingual, English for some and French for the others.
I do feel like a raisin the sun. I also added some documents on the recent question brought up about race in the USA where some states are restricting the teaching of slavery and Black history in the USA because it may, might, would, and I think SHOULD traumatize the poor white darlings who really need some traumatization about their imperialistic ideological terrorism.
Four films or series.
1- John Woo’s Silent Night (2023),
2- Doug Liman’s Road House (2024),
3- Albert Hughes’s The Continental (2023),
4- Marcela Saïd and Julien Despaux’s Ourika (2024),
all seen on Amazon’s Prime Video, hence distributed by Amazon Prime Video, all dealing with violence in our societies and all claiming that violence is justified top answer and respond to a violent society, a violence coming from outside our community, and that outside can introduce anti-immigrant accusations or plainly racist claims, both anti-white and anti-any-ethnicity.
Does it help us understand this violence ? Does these films enable us to devise a proper response to prevent and solve such violence? Both times, a resounding NO. But in both cases, it plays in the hands of the most extreme forces on the nationalist side of life, the side that refuses to consider those who are not pure according to their definitions as the cause of all our problems, and not only those people but also all products that may come from the countries concerned by these ethnic groups. This is true in the USA, in Canada, with Mexico playing the wide-open gate to the previous two, and all over Europe.
What game are these streaming services playing? Preparing coming elections! But it might go the wrong way for them. Now what is the wrong way? Good question. No answer because the ballot boxes will be the only valid answer. First stop, the European Elections in June 2024.
Mo Xiang’s third volume of the saga on The Blessing of a Heaven Official is there in front of me and this saga is emanating with so much force that no one can resist the tanha that tells them “Go For It! There is pleasure in it all!” I am sure you want to discover the pleasure there is in these volumes, but remember the authoress is a woman and as such she develops a sweet, soft, and catching psychology that will turn you completely berserk if you do not keep your feet well anchored in the earth.
The King Ghost Hua Cheng from Ghost City is behind every move the ascended Xie Lian is inspiring or is inspired by and for. His meeting this Xie Lian after 800 years of supernatural and surreal life in our vast cosmos was so mind-stirring, intelligence-moving, and body-inspiring that the pure ascetic Buddhist he is supposed to be, nearly fell into the cauldron of eroticism. He managed not to fall, but that was very close this time since he was unconscious and Hua Cheng took advantage of the situation and pretended that he had to save his “friend” before he drowned, though Hua Cheng knew perfectly well Xie Lian could not drown, hence cannot die. But, well, Hua Cheng kissed Xie Lian unconscious as he was, I mean in his unconscious mind, because Xie Lian was unconscious, and thus he could kiss him since he could not protest. What a twisted and I guess tortured mind he is. He should try Buddhist meditation to hypnotize himself into plain decent abstinence.
But sure enough, the encounter with the Venerable of Empty Words promises to be a fair adventure in which Xie Lian’s mind and body will be chastised, abused, and even probably raped. There will be quite a lot of repair work to do on the psyche and the conscious rightfulness of our Xie Lian. I guess Hua Cheng will take advantage of such situations to steal a couple more kisses. Never trust a ghost because they have no soul anymore and they have no honor either. So, lying, pretending, and even impersonating what they are not to seduce their gullible victims is some kind of sport for these fuzzy beings, if they can really BE.
Oppenheimer is an essential character in US history. He is the left-leaning Jew who provided the USA with the Atom Bomb that enabled the US to defeat Japan faster than the planned standard land and air attack by the Soviets and the Chinese Communists, officially endorsed in the Yalta Conference ( 4–11 February 1945) by Churchill, Truman, and Stalin. Truman did not have the atomic bomb yet and will only have it in July 1945. So, he bluffed and agreed with the Soviet plan because he had no alternative … yet. He reneged his agreement in July-August 1945, and he dropped two atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki on August 6 and 9, 1945. The victory over Germany was a joint effort. The victory over Japan was a self-centered and egotistic solitary procedure not even negotiated with the allies of the US. The United Kingdom might have been informed, maybe. But the USSR was not. The Americans were already and had been for nearly two centuries, on the “America First” and “Make America Great Forever” lines that we have known all along and directly since 1918.
And within 9 years Oppenheimer will be ostracized because he was leaning to the left and there were Communists around him. He submitted and disappeared in some sideline university job. He had nowhere to go, as opposed to Charlie Chaplin who went back to England. As a Jew, he could have gone to Israel, but that was not a real optimistic solution at the time. He might even have gone to the USSR with his communist wife. But he stayed put in the USA, in his closet-university-job. The film does not really explore this dilemma: hide away in the USA, go to the Jewish Israel, or go to the USSR. On one hand, it was his old depressive nature that came back. On the other hand, it would have been going back to his faith and his roots, even if it could have looked like treason. On the third hand, on yet another other hand, it would have been plain treason.
THE DESCENT TO HELL IN THREE STAGES – 2003-2015-2019
I brought together three films and series presented here both in English and French in anti-chronological order.
1- The film 7500, 2019.
2- The series Blindspot, 2015-2020.
3- The film The Dreamers, 2003
If you take them in this backward order, you may understand that today’s world is not at all different from the one in 1968 when the Vietnam War was going on full blast, the Chinese Cultural Revolution was in full swing and the West per se was living its first full sexual revolution with the arrival of the baby-boomers to the full unquenchable desire to hormonally and fully enjoy life. Have some interesting reading.
FIRST STAGE – AMAZON STUDIOS – 7500 – 2019
There is little to say about such a film. It is just artificial entertainment that shows nothing and proves nothing. It is all stressing detail to keep the audience glued to the screen.
SECOND STAGE – BLINDSPOT – FULL SERIES – FIVE SEASONS – 2015-2020
A very long series for very little apart from stressed and stressful situations that always end well anyway, meaning leading to a worse situation in the next episode.
THIRD STAGE – BERNARDO BERTOLUCCI – THE DREAMERS – 2003
Paris Spring 1968. We all know what happened then in France. The victory of the unions, the defeat of the left, and the impossibility for the left to understand that any “events” of that sort will always lead to the victory of the right in the next elections, and today we have to update the data and say the victory of the extreme right. It might be slightly more complex, but basically, that’s what it is and when the left wins this social-minded left will become conservative within at the most two years and it might even turn reactionary within these two years, at times even less. They like power so much.
Amazon Prime Video and Blumhouse Productions love dysfunctioning mothers who, in the name of their love for their children, are ready to kill anyone only on their gut feelings that this anyone is guilty of who knows what apart from the devil.
The film is tricky enough to lure and fool the audience, and the horror of the racist and dysfunctional situation can be believed till the end when the trick is revealed. Note this revelation implies that all daughters from divorced or motherless families are by definition, even by principle, liars.
You might also find the father falling in an ice-cold river under a blizzard of some sort funny, and with his winter coat on, and then he goes on parading around outside, in the unheated car, and even in some kind of social situation without changing his freezing clothes. Like at the Oscars yesterday the costume design Oscar was delivered to a costume designer wearing no clothes at all, except a small cardboard sign where sexually necessary for the picture, meaning that costume designers are so badly treated and paid that they cannot even afford to buy underwear.
A little bit more about the context, schools, religion, Islam and girls, divorced parents, single Muslim male parent, etc. would have maybe given some depth to the story and made it less artificial.
A film that wants to be science-fiction. So, learn the lessons that emerge from it.
1- Let black doctors or scientists get into a hospital “laboratory” and the most unimaginable horrors will take place.
2- Let black people be fully treated in a hospital and they will become guinea pigs, especially in the hands of black doctors.
3- Let a mother treat her son and the worst possible crime will take place under your own nose and in front of your own eyes.
4- Shall I go on?
If this is not pure racism laced with some sexism, I just wonder what would qualify. How can anyone imagine such man-made scientific schizophrenia to be possible in the hands and under the scalpel of a doctor, a scientist? I guess it is urgent to have clear regulations and controls on such activities. Because be sure that wild clandestine medical experiments are happening every day in the world.
Duration is all that plants and animals experience. They last as long as either possible or necessary. When the phylogenic target of bringing in the next generation of life is fulfilled, the plant or the animal can die or wither away. Homo Sapiens, and probably most Hominins developed from experience the need to measure this duration, at first in days and nights, and then in clusters of days and nights. Then they can coordinate their observations and notice some cosmic items go through regular existential cycles, first of all, the sun rising or lowering in the sky with shortening or lengthening days and nights. Second, the moon and its phases are numbered as two, four, or three, but systematically waxing and waning. You can easily measure all that in solar days and that is the beginning of time: a human invention quantifying the duration of anything in observable regular elements.
From what we know the Mayas were among the most advanced people for such time-quantification and they developed all sorts of calendars to do this. But they were neither the first one nor the last one. They were not the best either, though they were very good. I will even say that all the lines of dots or check marks or squares or other geometric forms we can find in all the caves in the world in which Hominins and Homo Sapiens lived and that they decorated in many ways are the quantification of various phenomena, though we don’t always know which ones.
This book by Hunbatz Men concentrates on Mayan calendars but in modern language and modern terms, not necessarily in the real Mayan terms at the time, up to 3,000 years ago. It assumes the Mayas were aware of the leap years, though we do not seem to have any real reason to believe so. The author does not work on any serious lunar hypothesis, maybe a calendar. It vaguely mentions but does not explore the Venus cycles as Morning Star and as Evening Star. To work on the Pleiades, why not, yet one question does not concern such a long cycle but the simple working of the ritualistic 260-day Tzolk’in Calendar that is out of sync with the solar calendar, the 365-day Haab Calendar, and even more so if we consider the 360-day Haab Calendar, and how the ritual activities dictated by the Tzolk’in Calendar can be prescribed and predicted and performed when their Tzolk’in dates can fall at any time, in any season in the Haab Calendar. It is hard enough to coordinate the 12-and-a-half moon cycles over a solar calendar, but many civilizations are dealing with it and managing it with cyclical corrections.
That’s why it would have been good to give us some elements on this very same problem with the Tzolk’in calendar when we can compare with the difficult adaptation of the Muslim Lunar ritualistic calendar to the Gregorian calendar. The floating Ramadan is the result of this necessary adaptation. In other words, the present book is slightly short.
To bring together South Africa in the days of apartheid and from the point of view of the white Afrikaners with the tremendous career of Queen with Freddie Mercury and after his death without him shows how ahead of their times this band was when they started as a boys’ band and then when they matured into a full-fledged career.
Apartheid and racism bring segregation and discrimination which systematically reject differences. No future for those who do not have the skin color, the religion, the language, the sexuality, the musical affiliation, even as a simple audience, as the dominant, selected, elected, chosen entity that only has god and science over their heads. And their God has chosen these people to be his chosen people, and these people chosen by God believe what God has explained to them that science justifies their elected-ness, selected-ness or chosen-ness. They are the acme of the creation, and all others are just plain rejects that no one has the heart to destroy.
But be sure God will do it some day. Which god since there are many if not even plenty? Who cares. Each God will recognize his own supporters when they are all dead.
But then you may have no supporters at all, dear God or Gods. It does not really matter. We don’t need these supporters to eat, drink and survive. We have all we need in heaven and the sky. In fact, it was a mistake of ours to have created humanity. The planet would be so much better with none of the human parasites.
Meet the Madman Prophet, who is most the time mixed up with the other God Profit who is universal and derails every so many years, not so many as you may think every ten years or so. But with this God there is always a small population that manages to store away what they need to take over when the crisis has come to an end and the dead victims have been buried or cremated.
An interesting experiment to bring a poetry workshop in a prison For us who have lived in the mythology of Johnny Cash and San Quentin, and all his songs and work about and in prisons there is nothing strange about that But what happens afterward? The inmates get some satisfaction in their work, writing poetry and singing, slam or whatever it may be, but what’s next after their prison term? No reason to reject the experiment but a follow-up action is necessary to know what these men – and it is only men – have become or will become when they get out of the railings, out of the cage. We are not all Johnny Cash, are we?
Since this operation was sponsored by Alliance Française, it would nice to know what kind of follow-up work this Alliance Française is going to perform. The responsibility cannot be the poet’s. But it is interesting to be confirmed one more time that there are many ways for prison inmates to reform. One element is not taken into account. 98% of the population is Sunni Muslims. What is the impact on such an experiment? What does Islam bring to the experiment that would otherwise not be there. Étienne Russias should try to show us this dimension, since, as far as I know, he is a standard young man educated in the Christian traditions, maybe not the religion, but the traditions definitely like being christened, being buried religiously, being married religiously. How did he deal with a 98 percent Muslim group? How many Muslims were taking part, among the inmates and among the workshop workers?
But that’s the beginning of the intelligent globalization we need, a globalization that is founded on differences and not some westernized homogenization.
(No French Translation) The Incas partly inherited and partly developed phenomenal agriculture in the very hard conditions of the Andes: desertic areas, difficult water resources, high altitude, no real draft animal, no wheel, and yet the Andes before and under the Incas produced miraculous results that the Spaniards destroyed in a few years with epidemics and mass killing.
It is easy to say the Incas were barbarians and that covers the genocide, the culturicide, the systematic uprooting and exposing of anything they could have believed or done, based on NO direct contact with them before the “conquest” that must have killed 50% of the population in two or three years with smallpox and other infantile and childhood diseases, plus a few sword killings when there was some resistance.
Unluckily, Gordon McEwan does not really come to a clear vision in his book because he only bases his work on what has been collected by others essentially on the only source of some Spanish colonizers trying to justify the massacre and apocalyptic colonization. The real barbarians were the colonizers, and it is their testimony that is nearly only taken into account. Archaeology is about one century behind what it is in other regions of the world.
Things have slightly changed over the last ten years, but we are still a long way behind what we should have done. That leaves the door open to some like Hunbatz Men pretending the Mayas, Incas and many other Indigenous Native Americans are the descendants of the humanoid people who were established in two continents that have disappeared without leaving any trace of their existence behind them, Mu and Atlantis. And then it is easy to bring in that the inhabitants of these two disappeared continents were extra-humans from some distant civilization who landed on earth and prospered and then found some humanoid animals there and civilized them. We are their descendants, I mean of these extra-humanly civilized humanoid animals from long ago.
Maybe we could simply ask some questions about the origins of the Incas, the Mayas, and many other native American peoples of South and Meso-America. We know the Native Americans of North America and Canada up to Greenland came from Siberia. But that solution is not, feasible for the Native Americans of South and Meso-America. But we are so mentally colonized by North American Protestant Puritans who believe they are the center of the world that research about South America and Mesoamerica has scandalously been neglected. Some mental colonization of this type is also a genocide since it excludes millions of people from what these North American WASPs call the “human race” which is of course white, etc.
L’Olimpiade is an opera on a libretto that was extremely popular in the 18th century in Italy and Europe. The plot is in many ways repulsive: cheating in the Olympic Games. Stealing the woman your friend loves and who loves your friend. Getting rid of the first lover you had for a woman you desire but who will never love you since she loves your friend. She knows you are a cheater, a monster in many ways.
But her father, the king of Sicione is even worse. He had had in the past his son exposed to the sea, in other words, thrown into the sea when a newborn for him to drown. Then he turned his daughter into the prize of a sports event, a fight of some type between several champions: the winner can marry the daughter. Obnoxious.
And he discovers the cheater he has just condemned to be sacrificed on the main altar of the city is his son. He does not even beg for pity and forgiveness. He just accepts the situation and decides – like the king he pretends to be – the son will marry the woman he abandoned in Crete and his friend will marry his daughter, I mean the king’s daughter of course.
How can you save such a pathetic plot? In the 18th century, it was already difficult. Think of The Marriage of Figaro by Mozart or Le Marriage de Figaro by Beaumarchais. The main nobleman, a count if I remember well these useless but meaningful details, sees his authority, his privileges rejected and contained by his wife and the servants of the house, Figaro of course first of all. How can we today find it funny to celebrate a cheater, a liar, a vindicative violent person, and it all has to, ought to, and must be excused because of his drastic fate dictated by his own father and a disobedient servant who is the only humane and modern character: A servant does not have to obey an order if it goes against his own ethics.
2. SHAME ON YOU J.K. ROWLING, OR IS IT THE
TRANSMALE ROBERT GALBRAITH?
Is J.K. Rowling a trans-woman that was born
Robert Galbraith?
THE STRIKE SERIES – THE CUCKOO’S CALLING – THE SILKWORM –
CAREER OF EVIL – 2018
Little to say about this series. It is a caricature, an undue summarizing, mutilating, castrating vague
adaptation of the series of books by J.K. Rowling who must have sold the copyright for a pittance. It is hardly
worth watching because it represents about 10% of the novels that are behind. No author should authorize
such mishandling of their books. Stephen King had the courage to deny his authorship for the film
Lawnmower Man which was adapted too loosely according to him and that was in the 1980s. Imagine the
jurisprudence since then on the decision of the court to compensate Stephen King with a ruling worth many
million dollars. Rowling must like money, even if it is not worth earning it.
The three titles are submitted to the same treatment: reduction, severe editing, and getting rid of
90% of the stuff in the novels. After Harry Potter, is it simply imaginable that Rowling cannot impose a mini-
series in six episodes instead of an omnibus version in two miserable small episodes? Of course, she can by
just denying the copyright that is hers and no one else’s. Or is it because she published them under the pen
name of Robert Galbraith? Hence under a trans-identity, and when we know the narrow-minded position of
J.K. Rowling on transgenderism, we can wonder if in this series she is not castrating Robert Galbraith in
order for him to be a trans-woman, aka, J.K. Rowling. Is J.K. Rowling a trans-woman that was born Robert
Galbraith?
Apart from that, you might find it interesting, but be sure it is nothing but a systematic pruning of most
of the matter in the novels and thus producing three B series detective stories that have lost all their marrow,
pith, and even flesh. Too bad because the novels are quite interesting. Let me give you my review of the
three novels.
3. ROBERT GALBRAITH – J.K. ROWLING – THE CUCKOO’S CALLING –
2013
This book is definitely a thriller, I mean you can play the game and not try to guess who the killer is
before it is revealed to you, and the book plays the game too by not really revealing the true murderer before
the very last chapter.
The story is tricky and intricate, and the details are absolutely bleak and even dark and somber. It is
not one of these murders for some plain profit. It is not a murder or, in fact, several because of some passion
and some frustration. “It” has a deeper profile. “It” – I mean the murderer – is the puppet of some social,
psychological, emotional, and cultural environment. In other words, “it” is a sociopath, and at the same time
“it” wants some gain, some profit, and “it” is also manipulated by “its” own emotions surging from “its”
frustration. In other words, “it” is no longer a human being.
But the author cannot manage not to give some social dimension to her tale, some personal
revealing social dimensions. Three children, all adopted, were raised by a woman who cannot have children
from her own husband. For her children are like dolls and she plays dollies everyday with them, not
understanding, especially when two are black and the other one is white, when two are boys and the other
one is a girl, and the two pairs are not the same, so that the two blacks are one boy and the girl, the second
boy is white, that adopted children require finesse and the situation created by the adoptive mother can only
be a basket of problems and impossible salvation.
It is slightly stereotyped, like in Quantico’s profiling TV shows. As soon as we understand this
pattern, we cannot believe the murderer is one of the three, especially since two get killed, one officially by
accident and the other by suicide. We cannot believe the pattern is that simple, but it is. Sorry, that’s a
spoiler. We try to look for someone outside this group of three and there are some fair candidates for the job,
and yet. . .
The author cannot resist either to lead us into two social groups that are both psychotic and the
victims of all kinds of addiction, including sex of course. On one side pop music, black of course, and on the
other side the lower dregs of society, if not the lowest, and again black. There is in that racial pattern
something bothering the conscience of any sane person. And the only sane black man is insane enough to
enlist in the army in order to go away from his parents, his father particularly, and be flown to Afghanistan for
no reason at all.
The last pattern is the independent autonomous private detective, back from Afghanistan with one
leg off and a prosthesis. That is easy, just as the Tottenham Court Road district in London is the locale of
eternal excavations and road works.
The final element that is maybe not a pattern is the temporary secretary arriving from the countryside
and falling in love, not with the private eye – thank God we are preserved from this cliché – but with the job
and accepting to remain beyond her temporary mission, even though at a rather reduced income as
compared to what she could get in a better business.
Apart from that the book is slightly too long and a quicker pace would have been good in two or three
maybe four places. The author enjoys describing scenes that are not really necessary.
Read it and enjoy the details. If you like your thrillers dense and fast, that’s not going to be a good
choice for you. If you have some free time and you like gamboling around in a green pasture of many leaves
of grass, you are just at the right place in front of the right inn’s door. Enter discretely and enjoy the show but
overlook the Latin inscription on each door of each part of the novel. They are like some jam given to pigs,
and that makes me feel like a pig discovering a truffle.
ROBERT GALBRAITH – THE SILKWORM – 2014
The situation in this thriller is very tricky, intricate, and complicated. It’s dealing with the publishing
business in London with a vengeance of sorts as if the author had to settle some account with that business.
In other words, Ms. J.K. Rowling, in her invisibility cape of a pseudonym, is telling London publishers, the
direct heirs of the famous Stationers Company, their four truths if not even more, and many other little
secrets they might want to keep under the rug. So, publishers, editors, agents, and authors, all get
redressed, repressed, and re-ironed to be presentable. And yet nothing is really achieved along that line.
4. The publishing business has no hope of any salvation, at least not before Doomsday. The whole book
centers on a so-so mediocre half-successful author advanced in age who wants a big come-back, like an
epiphanic second chance.
His ambition is going to be hi-jacked into a gory bloody horrific crime story that will guarantee his
next book to be a full success. But he had not dreamed of ending up in the doggy do of some canine
monster.
The suspense and the plot are OK though the whole novel is too slow for this thrilling literary genre.
It needs to be denser and go faster. In fact, a little bit of editing could shorten the story and make it more
dynamic.
Then there are several traditional traits borrowed from classic English detective stories. The first one
is the antipathy, if not competitive hostility towards the MET, in other words, Scotland Yard. This is maybe
slightly too much because it is too intense on the police side of this hostility. Of course, Sherlock Holmes had
his sidekick in Scotland Yard. Of course, Hercule Poirot had his sidekick in Scotland Yard. But Ruth Rendell
did not use that feature and it is maybe not in the best taste to highlight the umbilical hatred of Scotland Yard
for anything private in the field of police work.
Then the final bringing together of the main suspects for a confrontation is by far too Poirot-like. We
could maybe renew that kind of trick and in this book, the trick is going against suspense because the final
“theory” appears some fifty pages before the end but it is never really revealed before the last chapter but
only six pages before the end. That trick kills the realism of the story. That’s frustrating for the reader. Of
course, when we see Poirot doing this or that in his investigation we know he has something in his mind, but
it is not shared at all with anyone. So, it is acceptable for the reader. But here Strike shares it with Robin but
not with the reader. The author as the all-mighty conjurer could be and do better.
ROBERT GALBRAITH – CAREER OF EVIL – 2015
This third novel is becoming an addiction to J.K. Rowling, under her alias Robert Galbraith.
Cormoran Strike is becoming a haunting ghost to her, like some ghost of some opera. And then he is
becoming so slow on his prosthetic leg that the novel that is supposed to be a thriller becomes anything but
a thriller because there is no thrill in the social exploration the author gets involved in, and deep social
exploration it is, and you will get some stomach ache if you do not take some soothing drug to prevent an
ulcer.
The very first social element you will encounter is pedophilia, and there, J.K. Rowling is as heavy as
a sledgehammer on a pigeon egg. We all know pedophilia is a crime against childhood, against humanity,
against certainly not nature but definitely the mental cosmos and the spiritual universe. Nature is cruel and all
that we call barbarity, barbarousness in this human world is nothing but natural violence and inhumanity
rejected by humanity in its recent history. It is of course by definition inhumane since it is natural and man is
in no way natural. Man is a man-made or even man-warped and man-distorted species. But instead of nicely
taking this historical approach, the author is just using that pedophilia to shock the reader, to attach him or
her to the pages, to make her novel ethical and perverse at the same time, ethical since it rejects pedophilia
and perverse since it encourages the reader’s voyeurism.
But there is something a lot more perverse in this pedophilia.
5. It exclusively concerns one character who is not even the killer, and this character only attacks girls
when we know or we are in the process of discovering that pedophilia is not in any way concerning only girls
but in a proportion we do not even know since we do not study something that is hardly reported, boys and
what’s more we should take into account the pedophilia of women who play with boys at an ever earlier age
but the boys – or is it society – consider it is normal that a woman initiates them to sex at the earliest
possible age. And Of course, we could also consider homosexual pedophilia for boys, but also girls. But the
author reduces her discourse to an older man and little girls. That’s simply easy but I do not accept the idea
that girls are special victims and that this pedophilia which is rape is only to be mentioned for girls as if the
pedophiliac virginity of girls had to be specially considered and concerned. You will thus discover in this
novel there are NO, ABSOLUTELY NO underage boys except the recollection of Cormoran himself about his
childhood with a mother who was altogether nothing but a dissolute woman and with a stepfather that was
absolutely horrific and is one suspect in the novel. But we have here only the hatred of Cormoran for this
stepfather who manhandled him, at times brutalized him but never sexually. Apart from this Cormoran boy
whose history justifies his hatred for his stepfather and his decision to consider him as one of the three
suspects as a vengeful decision, totally unjustified by the way, apart from him there is NO OTHER boy. Not
even Matthew, the future husband or eternal fiancé of Robin, the eternal secretary cum associate cum
partner maybe eventually of our Cormoran. Not even the three suspects who strangely enough did not have
any really seriously described childhood.
Then the second social problem that is examined through and through is the vision the financial
upper middle class in London develops about society reduced to themselves: social climbing, here monetary
climbing, social self-exclusion by locking themselves in a narrow range of restaurants, activities, family
events, social entertainments and achievements like marriage, birthdays, vacations, sorry holidays, etc. They
are sad and pitiful, but that is not even the main object of the thriller we are supposed to be reading and
there is definitely a lot too much detail, over and over again. And frankly, we are not interested in £500
shoes.
Then we go down into the dregs of the small little lower classes, those who have side jobs,
particularly women, like strippers and barmaids. When we are looking at men in this social environment, we
are dealing with small little tiny criminals who are committing petty crimes every day like stealing cell phones
and mugging old ladies. There are factories here and there but always on the other side of this social road.
This makes this exploration so ONE-sided that it becomes exotic if not circumstantially negligible, just like
some kind of setting for the story that goes on and on without any end, losing itself in the meanders of this
social exploration.
Then of course you will only know the truth in the very last ten pages. But you are and I guess you
should be bothered by the pattern of three suspects. This trinity, this triad, this triplet is a mental form that
works very well with a post-Christian reader. I was hoping for a fourth one, a fourth solution to get out of this
6. mental unspiritual alienation of seeing things through the eyes of a devilish tritone that sounds unbalanced,
false, artificial, and awkward, but the promise of a fourth element in the last twenty pages or so is betrayed
and turned into some ridiculous assumption.
Reader! Reader! How dumb you are! Robert Galbraith is a fully developed post-Christian addict and
cannot get out of his triple and broken vinyl records. And do not believe it is the only triplet in the novel. The
novel is a complete and absolute network, or plainly fishing net, of triple triolet-ic triads. Robin and her two
parents. Robin and her lover and her boss. Cormoran and his lover and his secretary. Cormoran and his
present lover and his previous partner he has to divorce. Matthew and his two parents. Cormoran, Robin,
and of course the third sidekicks Shanker. Cormoran and his two competing Scotland Yard detectives,
Wardle and Carver, and when Wardle is out because of family bereavement, and Carver is out because of
his narrow-minded incompetence, then two more are brought into the picture, a younger one and an older
one to deal with the scandalous and infamous Cormoran.
So, what’s left after this enormously hefty and heavy social exploration of so many things, and yet
systematically reduced to some limited elements instead of taking the whole picture, and yet what’s more
cast in the mold of a ternary routine, an absolute colorless form that comes from so far away that it becomes
humdrum and so unnatural. The various amaryllises I have in front of my window are all coming from the
same original bulb and yet one bloomed a triple flower, and another one is blooming a fourfold flower right
now. But do not think you will read that thriller in one trip to Edinburgh, maybe if you start in Madrid, but not if
you start from London. Or if you do you will have skipped many pages to only capture the thrilling story and
neglect all the social exploration episodes, which is fast reading for sure but bad reading at the same time.
Have a good trip to northern England and the industrial dregs of society that voted for Brexit and will
be the first victims of it with inflation. But of course, the fact that student loans will see their interest rates
jump from just over four percent to just over six percent in September 2017 will not make these Brexit
supporters cry since they are working class and their children do not go to college or university. They go to
unqualified or low-qualified industrial jobs, as long as the robots haven’t taken these jobs over and that will
happen within five years. Then they will invent ROBOTEXIT to protect their slavery because a well-fed slave
is happy and does not require any real change, rather they request sticking back to the old order. And that’s
the flavor you will get out of this novel. Back to basics, even if basics are déjà vu.
Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU
7. VERSION FRANÇAISE
HONTE À VOUS J.K. ROWLING, OU EST-CE LE
TRANS ROBERT GALBRAITH ?
J.K. Rowling est-elle une trans-femme née
Robert Galbraith ?
THE STRIKE SERIES – THE CUCKOO’S CALLING – THE SILKWORM –
CAREER OF EVIL – 2018
Peu de choses à dire sur cette série. C'est une caricature, une vague adaptation indûment résumée,
mutilante, castratrice de la série de livres de J.K. Rowling qui a dû vendre les droits d'auteur pour une
bouchée de pain. Elle ne vaut guère la peine d'être regardée car elle représente environ 10% des romans
qui sont derrière. Aucun auteur ne devrait autoriser un tel mauvais traitement de ses livres. On appelle cela
le droit moral. Stephen King a eu le courage de nier sa paternité pour le film Lawnmower Man qui était
adapté trop librement selon lui et c'était dans les années 80. Imaginez la jurisprudence depuis lors sur la
décision du tribunal d'indemniser Stephen King par un jugement de plusieurs millions de dollars... Rowling
doit aimer l'argent, même s'il ne vaut pas la peine d'en gagner.
Les trois titres sont soumis au même traitement : réduction, montage sévère, suppression de 90 %
des éléments contenus dans les romans. Après Harry Potter, est-il simplement imaginable que Rowling ne
puisse pas imposer une mini-série en six épisodes au lieu d'une version omnibus en deux misérables petits
épisodes ? Bien sûr, elle le peut en refusant simplement de céder le droit d'auteur qui est le sien et celui de
personne d'autre. Ou est-ce parce qu'elle les a publiés sous le nom de plume de Robert Galbraith ? Donc
sous une transidentité, et quand on connaît la position bornée de J.K. Rowling sur le transgendérisme, on
peut se demander si dans cette série elle n'est pas en train de castrer Robert Galbraith pour qu'il soit une
trans-femme, alias J.K. Rowling. J.K. Rowling est-elle une trans-femme née Robert Galbraith ?
En dehors de cela, vous pourriez trouver cela intéressant, mais soyez sûrs que ce n'est rien d'autre
qu'un élagage systématique de la plus grande partie de la matière des romans, produisant ainsi trois polars
de série B qui ont perdu toute leur moelle osseuse, leur moelle épinière, et même leur chair. Dommage, car
les romans sont assez intéressants. Laissez-moi vous donner mes critiques des trois romans.
ROBERT GALBRAITH - J.K. ROWLING - L'APPEL DU COUCOU - 2013
Ce livre est définitivement un thriller, je veux dire que vous pouvez jouer le jeu et ne pas essayer de
deviner qui est le tueur avant qu'il ne vous soit révélé, et le livre joue le jeu aussi en ne révélant pas vraiment
le vrai meurtrier avant le tout dernier chapitre.
L'histoire est délicate et complexe, et les détails sont absolument sombres, voire sombres de
noirceur infinie. Il ne s'agit pas d'un de ces meurtres pour un simple profit. Il ne s'agit pas d'un meurtre, ou en
fait de plusieurs, à cause d'une passion ou d'une frustration. « Il s'agit d'un profil plus profond. » Le meurtrier
est la marionnette d'un environnement social, psychologique, émotionnel et culturel. En d'autres termes,
« il » est un sociopathe, et en même temps, « il » veut un gain, un profit, et « il » est aussi manipulé par
« ses » propres émotions découlant de « sa » frustration. En d'autres termes, « il » n'est plus un être
humain.
Mais l'auteur ne peut s'empêcher de donner une dimension sociale à son récit, une dimension
personnelle révélatrice de la dimension sociale. Trois enfants, tous adoptés, élevés par une femme qui ne
peut pas avoir d'enfants de son propre mari. Pour elle, les enfants sont comme des poupées et elle joue à la
poupée tous les jours avec eux, ne comprenant pas, surtout quand deux sont noirs et l'autre est blanc,
quand deux sont des garçons et l'autre est une fille, et que les deux paires ne sont pas identiques, de sorte
8. que les deux noirs sont un garçon et une fille, le deuxième garçon étant blanc, que les enfants adoptés
demandent de la finesse et que la situation créée par la mère adoptive ne peut être qu'un panier de
problèmes et un salut impossible.
9. C'est légèrement stéréotypé, comme dans les émissions télévisées de profilage de Quantico. Dès
que l'on comprend ce schéma, on ne peut pas croire que le meurtrier soit l'un des trois, d'autant que deux se
font tuer, l'un officiellement par accident et l'autre par suicide. On ne peut pas croire que le schéma soit aussi
simple, mais il l'est. Désolé, c'est un spoiler. Nous essayons de chercher quelqu'un en dehors de ce groupe
de trois et il y a quelques bons candidats pour le poste, et pourtant... . .
L'auteur ne résiste pas non plus à nous entraîner dans deux groupes sociaux à la fois psychotiques
et victimes de toutes sortes d'addictions, dont le sexe bien sûr. D'un côté la musique pop, noire bien sûr, et
de l'autre la lie de la société, sinon la plus basse, et encore noire. Il y a dans ce schéma racial quelque
chose qui dérange la conscience de toute personne saine d'esprit. Et le seul homme noir sain d'esprit est
assez fou pour s'engager dans l'armée afin de s'éloigner de ses parents, de son père en particulier, et d'être
envoyé en Afghanistan sans aucune raison.
Le dernier modèle est le détective privé autonome, de retour d'Afghanistan, avec une jambe en
moins et une prothèse. C'est facile, tout comme le quartier de Tottenham Court Road à Londres qui est le
lieu d'éternelles excavations et de travaux routiers.
Le dernier élément, qui n'est peut-être pas un modèle, est la secrétaire temporaire arrivant de la
campagne et tombant amoureuse non pas du détective privé – Dieu merci, nous sommes préservés de ce
cliché – mais du travail et acceptant de rester au-delà de sa mission temporaire, bien qu'à un revenu plutôt
réduit par rapport à ce qu'elle pourrait obtenir dans une meilleure entreprise.
A part cela, le livre est un peu trop long et un rythme plus rapide aurait été bon à deux ou trois, voire
quatre endroits. L'auteur se plaît à décrire des scènes qui ne sont pas vraiment nécessaires.
Lisez-le et appréciez les détails. Si vous aimez les thrillers denses et rapides, ce ne sera pas un bon
choix pour vous. Si vous avez un peu de temps libre et que vous aimez gambader dans un pâturage vert
aux nombreux brins d'herbe, vous êtes juste au bon endroit, devant la porte de la bonne auberge. Entrez
discrètement et profitez du spectacle mais ne tenez pas compte des inscriptions en latin sur chaque porte de
chaque partie du roman. Elles sont comme de la confiture donnée aux cochons, et cela me fait l'effet d'un
cochon qui découvre une truffe.
ROBERT GALBRAITH - LE VER À SOIE - 2014
10. La situation de ce thriller est très délicate, complexe, compliquée. Elle traite du monde de l'édition à
Londres avec une sorte de vengeance, comme si l'auteur devait régler un compte avec cette entreprise. En
d'autres termes, Mme J.K. Rowling, dans sa cape d'invisibilité d'un pseudonyme, dit aux éditeurs londoniens,
héritiers directs de la célèbre Stationers Company, leurs quatre vérités, si ce n'est plus, et bien d'autres
petits secrets qu'ils voudraient peut-être garder sous le tapis. Ainsi, les éditeurs, les rédacteurs, les agents et
les auteurs sont tous redressés, réprimés et repassés pour être présentables. Et pourtant, rien n'est
vraiment accompli dans ce sens. Le secteur de l'édition n'a aucun espoir de salut, du moins pas avant le
Jugement dernier. Tout le livre est centré sur un auteur médiocre à demi-succès, d'un âge avancé, qui veut
un grand retour, comme une seconde chance épiphanique.
Son ambition va être détournée en une histoire de crime sanglante et horrible qui garantira le succès
de son prochain livre. Mais il n'avait pas rêvé de finir dans les griffes d'un monstre canin.
Le suspense et l'intrigue sont corrects, mais l'ensemble du roman est trop lent pour ce genre
littéraire palpitant. Il faudrait qu'il soit plus dense et qu'il aille plus vite. En fait, un petit travail d'édition
pourrait raccourcir l'histoire et la rendre plus dynamique.
Ensuite, il y a plusieurs traits traditionnels empruntés aux romans policiers anglais classiques. Le
premier est l'antipathie, voire l'hostilité compétitive envers la MET, en d'autres termes Scotland Yard. C'est
peut-être un peu trop, car cette hostilité est trop intense du côté de la police. Bien sûr, Sherlock Holmes avait
son acolyte à Scotland Yard. Bien sûr, Hercule Poirot avait son acolyte à Scotland Yard. Mais Ruth Rendell
n'a pas utilisé cette particularité et il n'est peut-être pas du meilleur goût de souligner la haine ombilicale de
Scotland Yard pour tout ce qui est privé dans le domaine du travail policier.
Ensuite, le rassemblement final des principaux suspects pour une confrontation est de loin trop à la
Poirot. On pourrait peut-être renouveler ce genre d'astuce et dans ce livre l'astuce va à l'encontre du
suspense car la « théorie » finale apparaît une cinquantaine de pages avant la fin mais elle n'est jamais
vraiment révélée avant le dernier chapitre mais seulement six pages avant la fin. Cette astuce tue le
réalisme de l'histoire. C'est frustrant pour le lecteur. Bien sûr, quand on voit Poirot faire ceci ou cela dans
son enquête, on sait qu'il a quelque chose en tête, mais ce n'est pas du tout partagé avec qui que ce soit.
C'est donc acceptable pour le lecteur. Mais ici, Strike le partage avec Robin mais pas avec le lecteur.
L'auteur, en tant que magicien tout-puissant, pourrait être et faire mieux.
ROBERT GALBRAITH - LA CARRIÈRE DU MAL - 2015
Ce troisième roman est en train de devenir une addiction pour J.K. Rowling, sous son pseudonyme
Robert Galbraith. Cormoran Strike est en train de devenir un fantôme obsédant pour elle, comme un
fantôme de quelque opéra. Et puis il devient si lent sur sa prothèse que le roman qui est censé être un
thriller devient tout sauf un thriller parce qu'il n'y a pas de frisson dans l'exploration sociale dans laquelle
l'auteur s'engage, et c'est une exploration sociale profonde, et vous aurez mal au ventre si vous ne prenez
pas un médicament apaisant pour éviter un ulcère.
Le tout premier élément social que vous rencontrerez est la pédophilie, et là, J.K Rowling est aussi
lourde qu'un marteau de forgeron sur un œuf de pigeon. Nous savons tous que la pédophilie est un crime
contre l'enfance, contre l'humanité, contre certainement pas la nature mais certainement le cosmos mental
et l'univers spirituel. La nature est cruelle et tout ce que nous appelons barbarie, la barbarie dans ce monde
humain n'est rien d'autre que la violence naturelle et l'inhumanité rejetée par l'humanité dans son histoire
récente. Elle est bien sûr par définition inhumaine puisqu'elle est naturelle et l'homme n'est en rien naturel.
L'homme est une espèce créée par l'homme, voire déformée par l'homme. Mais au lieu d'adopter joliment
cette approche historique, l'auteur se contente d'utiliser cette pédophilie pour choquer le lecteur, pour
l'attacher aux pages, pour rendre son roman éthique et pervers à la fois, éthique puisqu'il rejette la
pédophilie et pervers puisqu'il encourage le voyeurisme du lecteur.
Mais il y a quelque chose de beaucoup plus pervers dans cette pédophilie.
Elle concerne exclusivement un personnage qui n'est même pas le tueur, et ce personnage ne
s'attaque qu'aux filles alors que nous savons ou nous sommes en train de découvrir que la pédophilie ne
concerne en aucun cas uniquement les filles mais dans une proportion que nous ne connaissons même pas
puisque nous n'étudions pas ce qui est à peine rapporté, les garçons et qu'il faudrait d'ailleurs prendre en
compte la pédophilie des femmes qui jouent avec les garçons de plus en plus tôt mais les garçons – ou est-
ce la société – considèrent qu'il est normal qu'une femme les initie au sexe le plus tôt possible. Et bien sûr,
on pourrait aussi considérer la pédophilie homosexuelle pour les garçons, mais aussi pour les filles. Mais
11. l'auteur réduit son discours à un homme plus âgé et des petites filles. C'est tout simplement facile mais je
n'accepte pas l'idée que les filles soient des victimes particulières et que cette pédophilie qui est un viol ne
soit à évoquer que pour les filles comme si la virginité pédophile des filles devait être spécialement
considérée et concernée. Vous découvrirez donc dans ce roman qu'il n'y a AUCUN, ABSOLUMENT AUCUN
garçon mineur si ce n'est les souvenirs de Cormoran lui-même sur son enfance avec une mère qui n'était
qu'une femme dissolue et avec un beau-père absolument horrible et suspect dans le roman. Mais nous
n'avons ici que la haine de Cormoran pour ce beau-père qui le malmenait, le brutalisait parfois mais jamais
sexuellement. En dehors de ce garçon Cormoran dont l'histoire justifie sa haine pour son beau-père et sa
décision de le considérer comme l'un des trois suspects comme une décision vengeresse, totalement
injustifiée d'ailleurs, en dehors de lui il n'y a AUCUN AUTRE garçon. Pas même Matthew, le futur mari ou
l'éternel fiancé de Robin, l'éternelle secrétaire-&-associée-&-partenaire peut-être à terme de notre Cormoran.
Pas même les trois suspects qui, étrangement, n'ont pas eu d'enfance sérieusement décrite.
Ensuite, le deuxième problème social examiné de part en part est la vision que la classe moyenne
supérieure financière de Londres développe de la société réduite à elle-même : l'ascension sociale, ici
monétaire, l'auto-exclusion sociale en s'enfermant dans un éventail étroit de restaurants, d'activités,
d'événements familiaux, de divertissements sociaux et d'accomplissements comme le mariage, les
anniversaires, les vacances, les congés payés, etc. Ils sont tristes et pitoyables, mais ce n'est même pas
l'objet principal du thriller que nous sommes censés lire et il y a décidément beaucoup trop de détails,
encore et encore. Et franchement, les chaussures à 500 livres sterling ne nous intéressent pas.
Ensuite, nous descendons dans la lie des petites classes inférieures, ceux qui ont des emplois
secondaires, en particulier les femmes, comme les strip-teaseuses et les serveuses de bar. Lorsque nous
examinons les hommes dans cet environnement social, nous avons affaire à de petits criminels minuscules
qui commettent des délits mineurs tous les jours, comme voler des téléphones portables et agresser des
vieilles dames. Il y a des usines ici et là, mais toujours de l'autre côté de cette route sociale. Cela rend cette
exploration tellement unilatérale qu'elle devient comme exotique, sinon circonstanciellement négligeable,
juste comme une sorte de décor pour l'histoire qui continue sans fin, se perdant dans les méandres de cette
exploration sociale.
12. Alors bien sûr, vous ne connaîtrez la vérité que dans les dix dernières pages. Mais vous êtes et je
suppose que vous devriez être dérangés par le schéma des trois suspects. Cette trinité, cette triade, cette
triplette est une forme mentale qui fonctionne très bien avec un lecteur postchrétien. J'espérais un
quatrième, une quatrième solution pour sortir de cette aliénation mentale non spirituelle consistant à voir les
choses à travers les yeux d'un triton diabolique qui sonne déséquilibré, faux, artificiel, maladroit, mais la
promesse d'un quatrième élément dans les vingt dernières pages environ est trahie et transformée en une
hypothèse ridicule.
Lecteur ! Lecteur ! Comme tu es bête ! Robert Galbraith est un drogué postchrétien à part entière et
ne peut se défaire de ses triples disques vinyles cassés. Et ne croyez pas que ce soit la seule triplette du
roman. Le roman est un réseau complet et absolu, ou plus simplement un filet de pêche, de triples triolets.
Robin et ses deux parents. Robin, son amant et son patron. Cormoran et son amante et sa secrétaire.
Cormoran et son amante actuelle et sa partenaire précédente dont il doit divorcer. Matthieu et ses deux
parents. Cormoran, Robin et bien sûr le troisième acolyte, Shanker. Cormoran et ses deux détectives
concurrents de Scotland Yard, Wardle et Carver, et lorsque Wardle est exclu pour cause de deuil familial et
Carver pour cause d'incompétence bornée, deux autres sont mis à contribution, un jeune et un plus âgé,
pour s'occuper du scandaleux et infâme Cormoran.
Ainsi, ce qui reste après cette énorme et lourde exploration sociale de tant de choses, et pourtant
systématiquement réduite à quelques éléments limités au lieu de prendre l'ensemble du tableau, et qui plus
est coulé dans le moule d'une routine ternaire, forme incolore absolue qui vient de si loin qu'elle en devient
banale et si peu naturelle. Les différents amaryllis que j'ai devant ma fenêtre proviennent tous du même
bulbe d'origine et pourtant l'un a fleuri une fleur triple, et un autre fleurit une fleur quadruple en ce moment
même. Mais ne pensez pas que vous lirez ce roman à suspense en un seul voyage à Édimbourg, peut-être
si vous commencez à Madrid, mais pas si vous partez de Londres. Ou alors, si vous le faites, vous aurez
sauté de nombreuses pages pour ne retenir que l'histoire palpitante et négliger tous les épisodes
d'exploration sociale, ce qui est une lecture rapide, certes, mais une mauvaise lecture en même temps.
Bon voyage au nord de l'Angleterre et à la lie industrielle de la société qui a voté pour le Brexit et qui
en sera la première victime avec l'inflation. Mais bien sûr, le fait que les prêts étudiants verront leurs taux
d'intérêt bondir d'un peu plus de quatre pour cent à un peu plus de six pour cent en septembre 2017 ne fera
pas pleurer ces partisans du Brexit puisqu'ils appartiennent à la classe ouvrière et que leurs enfants ne vont
pas à l'université. Ils vont vers des emplois industriels non qualifiés ou peu qualifiés, tant que les robots n'ont
pas pris ces emplois et cela se produira d'ici cinq ans. Ils inventeront alors ROBOTEXIT pour protéger leur
esclavage, car un esclave bien nourri est heureux et n'a pas besoin d'un réel changement, il demande plutôt
à revenir à l'ordre ancien. Et c'est la saveur que vous retirerez de ce roman. Retour à l'essentiel, même si
l'essentiel est du déjà vu.
Dr Jacques COULARDEAU