Superman (2025). Teaser & Official Trailer.
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By Sunsunsun and Momoco. Released in Japan as “Tokidoki Bosotto Russia-go de Dereru Tonari no Alya-san” by Kadokawa Sneaker Bunko. Released in North America by Yen On. Translated by Matthew Rutsohn.
I think I’ve mentioned before about how, when I saw that this series was licensed, I called it “The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Russian”. As it turns out, after seven volumes, the two series are not all that comparable except in the shallowest way. Alisa and Masachika could only wish their life was as easy as the couple in that series. Instead, we have a series where the tragic backstory is just not going away, and cannot be easily resolved with a trip back to the old hometown. Masachika still despises himself, Alya doesn’t know what love is and is hoping to be handed the answer in an easy to understand form, Maria suddenly realizes that the boy she fell in love with all those years ago is a young man with a libido, and for all that Yuki wants to show off she’s healthier now, if she overdoes it, not only does she feel worse, but everyone around her overreacts. There is so much drama.
If you know how anime and manga romantic comedies work, you knew this was coming. We’ve had the cultural festival, and so now it’s time for the sports festival. Which, of course, means another dramatic competition between the two student council rivals. Alya and Yuki have to participate in a cavalry battle, which might actually favor Alya provided Yuki doesn’t stack the deck and also be far more clever than her brother. But what are the chances of that happening? There’s also the problem of Masachika getting more popular after the events of the last book – in particular, his piano talent is now public, which just fills him with more despair as he feels that being good at something requires caring and working hard to achieve it. And Alya is starting to realize that there is something very, very wrong with Masachika’s family, but he won’t tell her what it is yet. However, most of this is the last quarter of the book.
If you’re familiar with this series, you know what the first 3/4 of this book is. Otaku references, in jokes, and fanservice. To be fair, they’re all handled pretty well here. I enjoyed the character of Elena, who is the classic “pervert girl who overdoes it because she’s secretly not”, and who gets along very well with Masachika because, unlike Masha or Alya, he can be himself around her. And yes, Yuki hops naked into the tub with her brother, which made me sigh. Honestly, I’d be more annoyed if I thought she was part of the romantic rivals, but I know she’s not, so it’s just a mild irritant. The best parts of the book involve Alya and Masha, who are both falling harder and harder for Masachika, and the collision when that comes out is going to be epic, and hopefully not as explosive as the collision involving Masachika and Yuki’s family.
So good stuff, even if it does feel a bit as if the author is pushing the inevitable resolution of this plot further and further away as the series gets more and more popular. Ah well. At least there are boob jokes. SO MANY boob jokes.
Item the first: I totally failed to mention, yesterday, but one of the things we Observed the teenage coots doing -- okay, well, one of them was successfully managing to invert itself, Köpfchen in das Wasser, Schwanzchen in die Höh' -- but we only observed this after having already spent Quite Some Time laughing (delightedly) at its sibling, which was making great big determined accelerating shoulder-shrug motions, and separately managing to put its head and only its head underwater, but had not yet quite managed to work out how to combine the two movements so as to rotate itself around its axis. I realised while trying to describe this earlier that the reason for my feeling of Great Affinity is just how much it looks to have in common with learning to do a wheelie.
Item the second: cake of the day.
Item the third: the tomatoes I planted out and then abandoned for a couple of days seem to be none the worse for wear for it (and I established this on the trip where I took the water condensed in the dehumidifier from the latest round of laundry up to the plot, in an empty milk flagon, for the purpose of watering the blueberry, on the basis that the water butt is running low and there's still no rain forecast...).
Item the fourth: I am continuing to greatly enjoy Owl Facts. Favourite so far, which I am utterly failing to track down a specific reference for: apparently owl chicks start vocalising before they emerge from the egg, at the point at which they breach the air cell in their Containment! which you need a very sensitive microphone to pick up. The second favourite is a long shaggy dog story that I might manage to type up tomorrow, but I'm not holding my breath.
Item the fifth: I am now at two nights running for "watch thinks my sleep quality is significantly better if I spend ten minutes listening to wave recordings after lying down and lights out". If it continues to hold I will be both very pleased (about having a way to improve energy levels) and mildly irritated (about not being able to replicate this effect some other more convenient way). We Shall See.
Is everywhere in my life! It’s always underneath since Wisconsin was a seabed for billions of years. It’s usually under my wheels when I’m traveling because I like to stay on the sidewalks. It makes my toothpaste gritty to help clean my teeth. It’s a pretty yellow stone in my jewelry (aka aragonite or calcite). For better tea I filter it out of my hard water, then I take three capsules a day (with magnesium) to help my bones stay strong.
I slept poorly last night—waking up every 90 minutes, and diving back in to the same dream: it was Saturday, I had to make up my seven pillboxes, and there wasn’t a drug in the house. Of course I forgot to take my bedtime meds.
That’s it, really. Six years ago yesterday they were born as part of a litter of six somewhere in Yakima. They were the only two to survive—and even then it was a near-run thing. The came to us 13 or 14 weeks later. In our cat-friendly neighbourhood they are the Yakima Crew; up the street live their frenemies, the Nirvana Boys (Kurt, Chris, and Dave—all gingers), then there’s Eros (the most ridiculously froofy long-haired blue-eyed Burmese) and the Tabby Pimpernel (we don’t know where he lives; we don’t know what s/he’s called).
George, Biggest and Most Handsome, and International Cat of Mystery—he can appear and disappear as if from thin air—does not like another cat being in any way mysterious; he does not care for the Tabby Pimpernel. Charlie, Best and Brightest, and Demon Beastie, wants to investigate, play with, fight, or just irritate everyone and everything. He’s the bright spark of our lives, always busy, always curious. Here are two recent photos.
They bring us much joy. They seem to tolerate us with relative benevolence. We’re hopeful this state of affairs will continue for many years.
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By Asagi and Shino. Released in Japan as “Zenryaku, Yama Kurashi wo Hajimemashita” by Kadokawa Books. Released in North America by J-Novel Club. Translated by N. Marquetti.
As I’ve said before, I tend not to read the blurbs for books before I start them. As a result, I started this book assuming that it took place in some fantasy world a la every other isekai, with giant chickens being one of the commonplace things you see around there. Then our protagonist starts talking about getting TV and internet, and I reasoned, oh, hey, I was wrong, it’s just a normal Japan novel, only a bit weird. As the author states in the afterword, this turns out to not be correct either. This seems to be a strange mostly-Japan world, but with unseen gods, who seem to be selling mythological animals to anyone who happens to buy a mountain and be dealing with severe psychological issues. Does it work? Yes, mostly, though I think how much you enjoy this will depend on how much you like straight up “slow life”. This is not a slow life fake out, at least not yet. We’re here for the man and his birds.
Sano Shokei has just been dumped by his fiancee. It was a big enough thing, we find out later, that he got a sizeable payoff from her family as an apology. As a result of wanting to get the hell away from anyone who knows who he is and might pity him, he proceeds to buy two mountains and move to one of them. He also buys three checks that he gets at a spring festival, who weirdly have lizard tails. Also weirdly, they grow very big very fast, and they seem to like eating snakes. And bugs. And boars. Are they really chickens? What’s more, there are other mountains on either side of his, both of which are owned by someone fleeing a bad relationship and both of whom have animals that seemed to be normal but may actually be mythological monsters. But does it really matter in the end? They’re good birds.
The author straight up says in the afterword this is not going to have romance in it, which is a very good thing, I think, especially after meeting Sano and the other owners of the various mountains. At one point Sano wonders if he’s suffering from depression, and after seeing him through this entire book, putting down his appearance and personality and breaking down in tears when he gets drunk and thinks about his ex, I’d have to say yes. Aikawa, meanwhile, had a stalker after him for so long he has a violent fear of women (which makes it ironic that he has a lamia as one of his pets). And Katsuragi is prone to panic attacks and had an abusive boyfriend, though her behavior when she sees the very attractive Aikawa… as well as her behavior when she sees Aikawa’s friendship with Sano… suggests she may be the comic relief of this series. Well, when it isn’t the birds.
This is 8 volumes and counting in Japan, and a glance at future covers suggest it’s not really going to change from what it is. If you want to read a man tending his mountain with his giant chickens, this is right up your alley. If you’re not fond of the giant chicken genre, this won’t change your mind.
A persuaded me to make the ridiculous stale pistachio croissant breakfast. This was absolutely the right call and I am very happy about it.
It is definitely the weather for linen. Went out to meet A and acquire dinner ingredients; bimbled home via watching baby birds (two sets of teenage coots! two batches of Canada gosling!) and eating pastries and collecting a pile of drugs for me.
And then this evening I got myself onto the mat! Did a sequence! Full of happy chemicals about it! (Laughing at my brain for trying to pull the "nooooooooo if you get on the mat you'll want to do the whooooole seeeeequence and that would be baaaaaaad".)
Sleep now? Sleep now.
Cover design by Thomas Colligan for MCD/Picador
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These are the US editions, out on June 3, from Picador. (The UK editions, from Canongate, are out exactly a month later—I’ll talk about those closer to the time.) But here in the US: just three weeks! In just 21 days Aud will once again be available in all her glory! More specifically in beautiful, easy-to-read matching trade paper editions and of course ebooks. Available wherever books are sold—and very definitely available for pre-order.
Why should you buy them? Because they are perfect, beginning-of-summer reads. And because—eschewing all modesty (okay, I’m lying: I don’t have to eschew it—when it comes to how good I think my books are, I have no modesty)—they are fucking brilliant reads and I guarantee you have read nothing like them, even now, more than two decades after their first publication.
Aud is not a victim. She’s not a trauma survivor. She’s not an alcoholic or addict or red with rage. She’s not an avenging fury and she’s not a cynical beat-down old cop. She’s not the protagonist you’re used to.
Read more about Aud and Always
She is the child of a Norwegian diplomat and a Chicago businessman. Thirty-one. A rangy six-footer with eyes the colour of cement, and the tendency to hurt people who get in her way. On the Atlanta streets, they know her as a retired Red Dogs lieutenant. At cocktail parties, they know who her mother is. She glides from one world to another, utterly at ease: beautiful and functional as a folded razor.
Aud was born in Norway, a harsh and marginal land: in winter, a land of ice and snow, dark and monochromatic; in summer, two months of midnight sun, air sharp as the juice of artic strawberries and smelling of sweet meadow grass. A land of black or white, on or off, yes or no.
That makes her sound cold—but, oh, she’s anything but cold…
Read more about Aud and The Blue Place
Aud knows danger. When it sits opposite and offers you the cup and dice, you should walk away. Danger, that casually violent viking, with its well-used axe and huge ham hands, is out to take you for all you’re worth. Danger loads the dice. Danger cheats. But Aud, like Norway, knows no compromise. She always plays. She always wins. And sometimes she loses herself in that cool blue place where everything slows down, becomes perfectly clear, and violence is bliss…
These books are full of danger and sex and violence and joy and grief and connection and change and thrills. But at their heart, the centre of all, they are about the ever-changing, never predictable Aud.
Read more about Aud and Stay