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Golden Son by Pierce Brown (Book 2)

I loved Red Rising By Pierce Brown (Book 1) and as quick as I could I jumped on eBay and got book 2 & 3 of the trilogy. I was very excited to see that the amazing story of the Helldiver from Lycos on Mars is still flowing as swiftly and quickly as Book 1. I was telling the guys at work that I’ve never read such a book before: the characters are well defined, the interplanetary intrigues are worthy of Game of Thrones status and the war tales would make a German commander’s toes curl from excitement.

It’s not victory that makes a man. It’s his defeats.

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Orson Scott Card * Wyrms Sci Fi Book Review (Ender Series)

Whenever I think of a young woman’s journey to an uncertain destiny, I usually think of David Palme’s Emergence  – especially if the girl is under 15, has the power to take a life and is a master of disguise, diplomacy and martial arts.

Patience is the seventh seventh seventh daughter of the space captain who first came to Imaculata (we are looking here at 249th generation, 7000 years of genetic material). She’s the daughter of the rightful heir to the kingdom, the Heptarch. But she and her father serve the current ruler as diplomats. And slaves.

“Your first responsibility is the greatest good for all the world. Only when that is secure can you care for private loves and comforts and power. The King’s House is all the world.”

Her entire life, her father has protected her from her destiny. But, when he dies and his head is harvested to serve the king, she’s must run for her life, and face a destiny that has been prophesied for generations. A destiny that that will save the world – or destroy it.

She was destined to mate with Unwyrm. When Heffiji was asked who or what Unwyrm was, he replied:

“It was a large wormlike animal with vestigial wings that fanned out just like geblings’ fingers, with a head as proportionately tiny as the head of a dwelf, and with a body as long and lithe as a gaunt. Its belly looked loose and open, as if loose sections of bowel were protruding.

When Heffiji at last quieted down, Angel spoke softly from his place by the fire. “Wyrms,” he said. “The earliest colonists called them that, and killed them all, even though there was evidence that they lived communally and buried their dead. They were too frightening, they awakened too many human fears. And now they’re extinct.”

“Except one,” said Patience. “That’s what Unwyrm is, isn’t he? The last of the wyrms.”

“Not quite,” said Ruin, who looked exhausted and defeated. “We geblings named him, didn’t we? Unwyrm.

Not-wyrm. Not our father; our brother. We didn’t remember that he looked like this, didn’t remember what a wyrm was. But now it’s clear enough. Just like the second-generation gnat that killed off the other gnats and waited to mate again with the Earth wheat. That’s what Unwyrm is doing. Waiting to mate again with a human being.”

On her journey she is accompanied by Angel, her tutor, a fat boat owner, two Giblins (who are the true kings of the Giblin race), River – a head in a jar who helps navigate the treacherous waters and his monkey and eagle. And Will, a Revolutionary and one of the Giblin’s slave.

I highly recommend this book. The story is compelling and well paced, the characters complex, and the world believable.


Déjeuner du matin * Jacques Prévert

This beautiful piece of poetry talks about the little habits of a morning breakfast, the pieces that make life so cosy and beautiful. The end of the description ends with him leaving and her catching his head in his hands and crying. Underneath it all, it was the hidden desperation of being left during the mundane aspects of having breakfast.

Il a mis le café
Dans la tasse
Il a mis le lait
Dans la tasse de café
Il a mis le sucre
Dans le café au lait
Avec la petite cuiller
Il a tourné
Il a bu le café au lait
Et il a reposé la tasse
Sans me parler
Il a allumé
Une cigarette
Il a fait des ronds
Avec la fumée
Il a mis les cendres
Dans le cendrier
Sans me parler
Sans me regarder
Il s’est levé
Il a mis
Son chapeau sur sa tête
Il a mis son manteau de pluie
Parce qu’il pleuvait
Et il est parti
Sous la pluie
Sans une parole
Sans me regarder
Et moi j’ai pris
Ma tête dans ma main
Et j’ai pleuré
He put the coffee
In the cup
He put the milk
In the coffee
He put the sugar
In the coffee and milk
And with a little spoon
He stirred it
He drank the coffee
And put back the cup
Without a word to me

He lit a cigarette
He made rings
With the smoke
He tapped the ashes
Into the ashtray
Without a word to me
Without looking at me


He got up
He put his hat
On his head
He wore his raincoat
It was raining
And he left
In the rain
Without a word
Without looking at me

And I took my head
In my hands
And wept


L'automne – Poetry by Jaques Prevert

It’s autumn, and not only the leaves are dying but the love too.

Un cheval s’écroule au milieu d’une allée
Les feuilles tombent sur lui
Notre amour frissonne
Et le soleil aussi.

This beautiful piece of poetry always makes me shiver. The scene is static, there’s a horse stopped in the middle of an alley and the leaves are falling over him. It’s autumn, colors of red and yellow mark the scene.
The falling motion signifies death, going to a place of decay. It’s beautiful but when it ends, the leaves will form a carpet where no leaf is individual anymore and where they will be forgotten and will eventually rot away.
All this death in the autumn sky.
The next verses are also chilling. “Our love is shaking (from cold) and so does the sun.”
This integration of the nature with the love belongs to the romaticists of the 19th century, where the human and the surroundings were one. The love was dying and so was the world around it.
Such stunning visuals: a shriveling sun, diminished by the cold, dying with the coming of winter, unable to warm itself up anymore.
I love it.

Jacques Prévert

4.02.1900 – 11.04.1977
jacques-prevertJacques Prévert was born in 1900 in Neuilly-sur-Seine. When he had finished his schooling at age 15, he took a series of odd jobs, then joined the army in 1920, where he met Yves Tanguy and later Marcel Duhamel. In 1922 he returned to Paris, where he associated with the young leaders of the Surrealist movement: Desnos, Malkine, Aragon, Leiris, Artaud and André Breton. Eventually he broke with Breton. He is known for his poetry, which is simple and evocative, and known also as a screenwriter, collaborating on “Le Crime de Monsieur Lange” (1935) for Jean Renoir, for example, and “Les enfants du paradis” (1944) for Marcel Carné. Upon his death, Carné wrote of him in the New York Times that “His humor and poetry succeeded in raising the banal to the summit of art.”
Prévert’s poetry collections include Histoires (1946), Poèmes (1961) and some dozen others; his complete works were published in the Pléiade series by Gallimard in 1992.

1900, February 4th

Born in Neuilly sur Seine. He’s the second son of Suzanne and André Prévert. The oldest son, Jean is already 2 years old.


Birth of his second brother, Pierre. He will be very close to him during his life. His father loses his job and the family will experience financial difficulties for a year.


Jacques goes to school. His father introduce him to theatre and reading. His father finally finds a new job given by Auguste, his grand-father. Jacques doesn’t like his grand-father much who he will consider later as a royalist and a conservateur.


Jacques is baptised.


He receives his school certificate and starts having small jobs. He’s a rather rebellious teenager but he starts to appreciate reading and poetry.


Military service in Saint-Nicolas-de-Port, near Lunéville. He meets the painter Yves Tanguy. He’s then sent to Turkey.


During his military service in Constantinople in Turkey, he meets Marcel Duhamel.


Jacques comes back to Paris where his friend Marcel Duhamel provide him an accomodation at 54 rue du Château. Yves Tangui leaves with them.


54 rue du Château becomes the meeting place for the surrealist movement with André Breton as the leader. Jacques is an active member of the group.


Jacques marries Simone Dienne, his long time friend.


Prévert, Tanguy and Duhamel leave Rue du Chateau after a problem with Breton.


Jacques criticise openly Breton and leaves the surrealist movement. Publishing of “Un Cadavre” (a corpse) by the members of the surrealist movement. The text from Jacques is named “Death of a Sir” and he takes this opportunity to publish another paper “Souvenirs de famille ou l’Ange garde-chiourme”.


Jacques set up the Octobre group and becomes the main member. He writes screenplays for the comedy group.


Trip to Moscow with Octobre group and play “La Bataille de Fontenoy”.


He gets to know a poor musician coming from Budapest, Joseph Kosma.


He writes the dialogues of the movie “Crime de Monsieur Lange” of Jean Renoir. He breaks up from his wife Simone.


He meets a new lady, Jacqueline Laurent, and travel with her to Baleares islands. The Octobre group stops and Jacques goes away from communism movement. His father dies.


He writes the scenario “Quai des Brumes” a film of Marcel Carne with Jean Gabin and Michèle Morgan. He travels to the U.S. to find his love Jacqueline.


He writes “Le jour se lève” together with Marcel Carné and actors Jean Gabin and Arletty.


Jacques is dismissed from the army during the second world war. He leaves Paris and goes down to Saint-Paul-de-Vence in South of France with his new girlfriend Claudy Carter. Kosma and Trauner work with him on new films.


He writes the scenario of “Les Visiteurs du soir” with Marcel Carné and actors Jules Berry et Arletty.


Jacques falls in love with Janine Loris.


He writes the scenario of “Les Enfants du Paradis” of Marcel Carné with actors Jean-Louis Barrault et Arletty.


Death of his mother. His first poem book is released and would be sold to 2 millions pieces.


Birth of his daughter: Michèle. With Janine.


He publishes “Visiteurs du soir” and “Contes pour enfants pas sages” with pictures of Elsa Henriquez.


Jacques falls from a window and stays several days in coma. He will keep serious neurological sequels from this incident.


He publishes “Les Amants de Vérone”.


He publishes “Des bêtes…” and write the cartoon “le petit ramoneur” with Paul Grimault; later it will be re-used to produce in 1979 the cartoon “le Roi et l’Oiseau”.


He publishes “Spectacle” and “Grand Bal du printemps”.


Jacques returns to Paris and travels to London. He publishes “Lettre des îles Baladar” and “Guignol”.


He publishes “L’Opéra de la lune”. And he becomes “Satrape” of “collège de Pataphysique”.


He returns finally in Paris and moves in the artist area of Montmartre. He publishes “La pluie et le beau temps”.


He publishes a rendering for “Joan Miró”.


He exhibits sixty “collages” Maeght gallery in Paris.


He publishes “Histoires et d’autres” and exhibit his “collages” creations in several cities of France.


He publishes “Fatras”.


He publishes “Arbres”.


He buys a house in Normandy at Omonville-la-Petite and has his good friend Alexandre Trauner as a neighbour.


He takes part in Hebdromadaires.


Jacques becomes grand-father of Eugénie, doughter of Michèle and Hugues Bachelot.

1977, 11 avril

Jacques dies in Omonville-la-Petite.