Coming up for air

I did a foolish thing. I not only agreed to help plan IJET-33, an international translation conference (in a reduced role, but still) during a period when I was supposed to be finishing up the manuscript for my latest novel translation, I also volunteered to do a presentation at that same conference. All while still holding down the remaining tatters of my regular translation and checking work.

Folks, it took a lot out of me. The two weeks before that conference were… Well, they’re a blur. I do remember some numb-brain level exhaustion, and some tears, and some unkind thoughts about the whole world.

And unsurprisingly, I found almost no leeway in the past couple of months for words. It was a struggle to keep up with my obligations, much less work in voluntary stuff like this blog or even social media. Hell, I didn’t even get any good bird pictures taken!

But the presentation is past (it went really well, or so they tell me). The conference was a rousing success. The manuscript is in and edits will wait until June. I have dug up from all the various jobs that I had let pile up. I am, in other words, recovered enough to find words to spare. Hence, this.

I plan to post something about my presentation here soon, but for now, I just want to let the internet know I’m still here.

Oh! And Strange Houses comes out next month in the UK and US. Preorder, reserve at your library, go and read and enjoy!

Tsurezure #11 โ€“ Autumn Musings

I seem to be catching up on myself with these posts (and messing up the numbering) but here is another of my Japanese language columns for the Setouchi Times newspaper. It’s about autumn in Japan versus autumn in my home. It’s a bit of fluff, but sometimes that’s all right.

A bonfire of paper lanterns on a dark autumn night.

็ง‹ใซใคใ„ใฆ

็ง‹ใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใงใ™ใ€‚ใ€Œๆ˜ฅใ‹็ง‹ใ‹ใ€ใฉใกใ‚‰ใŒใŒๅฅฝใใ‹ใจ่žใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐๆ˜ฅใŒๅ‹ใคใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒๅฟ…ใšใ—ใ‚‚ใใ†ใจใฏ่จ€ใˆใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ๆ—ฅๆœฌใฎ็ง‹ใฏใ€Œ้ฃŸๆฌฒใฎ็ง‹ใ€ใจใ—ใฆ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„้ฃŸๆใŒใ„ใฃใฑใ„ใงใ™ใ—ๆถผใ—ใ„ๅคฉๆฐ—ใงๅค–้Šใณใ‚‚ๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใกใ‚ใ‚“็ด…่‘‰ใฎๆ™ฏ่‰ฒใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ทใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฟใƒผใƒใƒฃใƒณใ‚นใ‚’ไธŽใˆใฆใใ‚Œใพใ™ใ€‚

ใ‚ขใƒกใƒชใ‚ซใซไฝใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸๆ™‚ใงใ‚‚็ง‹ใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใงใ—ใŸใŒ็†็”ฑใŒใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้•ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚

ใ‚ขใƒกใƒชใ‚ซใƒปใ‚ซใƒณใ‚ถใ‚นๅทžใฎ็ง‹ใฏๆ—ฅๆœฌใจๅŒใ˜ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅŽ็ฉซใฎๅญฃ็ฏ€ใง็ด…่‘‰ใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ๆš‘ใ„ๅคใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šๅค–ใฎๅคฉๆฐ—ใŒๆถผใ‚„ใ‹ใซใชใ‚‹ๅญฃ็ฏ€ใงใ™ใ€‚ๅŽ็ฉซ็ฅญ็š„ใชใ‚ตใƒณใ‚ฏใ‚นใ‚ฎใƒ“ใƒณใ‚ฐ๏ผˆๆ„Ÿ่ฌใฎๆ—ฅ๏ผ‰ใฏใ‚ขใƒกใƒชใ‚ซไบบใซใจใฃใฆใ‚ฏใƒชใ‚นใƒžใ‚นใฎๆฌกใซๅคงๅˆ‡ใช็ฅๆ—ฅใงใ‚ใ‚Š11ๆœˆใซใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚

ใงใ‚‚ๆ—ฅๆœฌใจ้•ใฃใฆๆฌง็ฑณใฎ็ง‹ใ‚‚ๆๆ€–ใฎๅญฃ็ฏ€ใงใ™ใ€‚็ง‹ใจใฏไธ–ใฎไธญใฎใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚‹็‰ฉใŒๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใๆ™‚ๆœŸใชใฎใงใ™ใ€‚ๆœจใฎ่‘‰ใŒๆžฏใ‚Œใฆๆ•ฃใ‚Šใ€ใŸใใ•ใ‚“ใฎ้ณฅใŒๆธกใฃใฆใ„ใชใใชใ‚Šใ€ใ„ใ‚ใ‚“ใชๅ‹•็‰ฉใ‚‚ๅ†ฌ็œ ็ญ‰ใ—ใฆ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ๅคช้™ฝใฎๅ…‰ใ‚‚ๅผฑใฃใฆใ„ใๆ„Ÿใ˜ใงๅพใ€…ใซๅฏ’ใใชใฃใฆๆ—ฅใŒ็Ÿญใใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใกใ‚ใ‚“ใƒใƒญใ‚ฆใ‚ฃใƒผใƒณใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚

ๅคงๆ˜”ใ€ใƒใƒญใ‚ฆใ‚ฃใƒผใƒณใฏๅญไพ›ใซใŠ่“ๅญใ‚’้…ใ‚‹ๆ—ฅใงใฏใชใใ‚นใƒ”ใƒชใƒใƒฅใ‚ขใƒซ็š„ใช็ฅญๆ—ฅใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅคไปฃใฎไฟกไปฐใงใฏ11ๆœˆ1ๆ—ฅใฏๆ–ฐๅนดใŒๅง‹ใพใ‚‹ๆ—ฅใงใ€ใใฎๅ‰ใฎๅคœใซใฏใ“ใฎไธ–ใจ้œŠ็•Œใฎ้–“ใฎๅฃใŒ้–‹ใ‘ใฆใ€ไบกใใชใฃใŸๆ–นใฎ้œŠใŒ่‡ช็”ฑใซ่กŒใๆฅใŒๅ‡บๆฅใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใฎ้œŠใŒใ„ใŸใšใ‚‰ใฎใ—ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ„ๅฎถๅบญใงใฏ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’็Ž„้–ขๅ‰ใซใŠใ„ใฆๆบ€่ถณใซ้ฃŸในใ•ใ›ใŸใจใ„ใ†่ชฌใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚

้•ทใ„ๅนดๆœˆใ‚’็ตŒใฆๆฌง็ฑณใฎใƒใƒญใ‚ฆใ‚ฃใƒผใƒณใŒๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ—ใฆไปŠใฏไบŒ้ขใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ไธ€ใคใฏๅ˜็ด”ใซๆฅฝใ—ใ„็ฅญๆ—ฅ็š„ใชใ“ใจใงใ™ใ€‚

ใใฎไฟกไปฐๆทฑใ„็ฅๆ—ฅใŒ่ฟ‘ไปฃใฎใƒฏใ‚คใƒฏใ‚ค็š„ใชใƒใƒญใ‚ฆใ‚ฃใƒผใƒณใซ้€ฒๅŒ–ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆ€–ใ„ใ‚ณใ‚นใƒ—ใƒฌใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅญไพ›ใŸใกใŒใ„ใŸใšใ‚‰ใ—ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใŠใ„ใ—ใŠ่“ๅญใ‚’้…ใฃใฆๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใพใ ใพใ ้œŠ็š„ใชๅฎŸ่ณช็š„ใซๆ€–ใ„้ขใ‚‚ๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๆ—ฅๆœฌใฎๅคใฟใŸใ„ใซๆ€ช่ซ‡ใ‚’่ชžใ‚‹ไผšใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ใƒ›ใƒฉใƒผๆ˜ ็”ปใฏ10ๆœˆไธญใซใƒ†ใƒฌใƒ“ใซๆ”พ้€ใ•ใ‚Œๆ˜ ็”ป้คจใงใ‚‚ไธŠๆ˜ ใ•ใ‚Œใพใ™ใ€‚

ๅƒ•ใฏๆ€–ใ„ไบ‹ใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใชๅฐ‘ๅนดใงใ—ใŸใ€‚๏ผˆไปŠใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅผฑ่™ซใซใชใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใพใ ใพใ ๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใŒๆ‚ชใ„่ฉฑใŒๅฅฝใใจใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใพใ™โ€ฆ๏ผ‰ใƒ›ใƒฉใƒผๅฐ่ชฌใ‚’ๆฏŽๆ—ฅใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ชญใ‚“ใงใ„ใฆใƒ›ใƒฉใƒผๆ˜ ็”ปใ‚’ไธ€ไบบใงใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒ‰ใ‚ญใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใชใฎใง็ง‹ใฏๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซๅˆใฃใฆใ„ใŸใจใ„ใคใ‚‚ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ๆ—ฅๆœฌใซไฝใฟๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ“ใ‚ๅคใฏๆ€–ใ„ๅญฃ็ฏ€ใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใซใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้•ๅ’Œๆ„ŸใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใŒๅนดใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹ใจใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๆ—ฅๆœฌใฎ็ง‹ใฎ้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใŒๅฅฝใใ ใชใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ ใฃใฆใ€็„ผใใ„ใ‚‚ใจๆ —ใ”้ฃฏใŒใถใก็พŽๅ‘ณใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™๏ผ๏ผ

Tsurezure #9 – Crested Kingfisher

The next in my newspaper column series is about my finally successful search for a crested kingfisher, or ใƒคใƒžใ‚ปใƒŸ in Japanese. It’s an elusive bird that seems to be only active in the early morning, so it took a while to get a picture. But I did, and I was glad to do it. They’re lovely birds, big and smooth.

Here are some pictures.


ใ‚„ใฃใจใ€ใƒคใƒžใ‚ปใƒŸ

ไปฅๅ‰ใ€็€ฌๆˆธๅ†…ใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒ ใ‚นใ•ใ‚“ใฎ่จ˜ไบ‹ใง่งฆใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใŒๅƒ•ใฏ้‡Ž้ณฅ่ฆณๅฏŸใƒปๆ’ฎๅฝฑใŒๅฅฝใใงใ™ใ€‚ๆ—ฅๅธธใช็”Ÿๆดปใฎใคใ„ใงใซ่ฆ‹ใŸใ‚Šๆ’ฎใฃใŸใ‚ŠใŒใปใจใ‚“ใฉใงใ™ใ€‚้ณฅใ‚’ๆŽขใ™ใŸใ‚ใซใ‚ใ–ใ‚ใ–ๆ—…ใซๅ‡บใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๆป…ๅคšใซใชใ„ใ“ใจใงใ™ใŒใƒคใƒžใ‚ปใƒŸใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้•ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚

ไปฅๅ‰ใ€ๅ‘จ้˜ฒใฎๆฃฎใƒญใƒƒใ‚ธใ•ใ‚“ใง้‡Ž้ณฅ่ฆณๅฏŸใ‚คใƒ™ใƒณใƒˆใซๅ‚ๅŠ ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใฎๅ‘จ่พบใซใฏใ€Œใƒคใƒžใ‚ปใƒŸใ€ใจ่จ€ใ†็ใ—ใ„้ณฅใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใจ่žใ„ใฆ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใŒๆฒธใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚ˆใๅณถ็”ฐๅทใฎๆฒณๅฃ่พบใ‚Šใงๆ•ฃๆญฉใ‚’ใ—ใพใ™ใ€‚ใใฎๆ™‚ไธ€็•ชๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใฎใฏใ‚ซใƒฏใ‚ปใƒŸใŒใ„ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใงใ™ใ€‚ใ‚ซใƒฏใ‚ปใƒŸใŒๅฐใ•ใใ‚ใพใ‚Š็ใ—ใใชใ„้ณฅใงใ™ใŒ้žๅธธใซ็ถบ้บ—ใง้ข็™ฝใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ€‚่‰ฒใŒ้ฎฎใ‚„ใ‹ใช้’็ท‘่‰ฒใจ่ตค่‰ฒใงๅ‹•ใใ‚‚ๆ—ฉใใ€ๅฐใ•ใช้ญšใ‚’ๆ•ใ‚‹ใจใใฎ็›ฎใคใใŒใ‹ใ‚ใ„ใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚ใ™ใฃใ‹ใ‚Šใ€Œใ‚ซใƒฏใ‚ปใƒŸใƒ•ใ‚กใƒณใ€ใซใชใฃใŸใฎใงใƒคใƒžใ‚ปใƒŸใŒใ‚ซใƒฏใ‚ปใƒŸใฎไปฒ้–“ใชใ‚‰ๆ˜ฏ้ž่ฆ‹ใŸใ„ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใงใ™ใŒ่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆ€ใฃใŸไปฅไธŠใซๅคงๅค‰ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅ‘จ้˜ฒใฎๆฃฎใƒญใƒƒใ‚ธใ•ใ‚“ใฎ่ฟ‘ใๆ—ญๆฉ‹่ฟ‘ใใซ๏ผ‘ใƒป๏ผ’็พฝใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใจ่žใใพใ—ใŸใŒใ€ใ“ใฎ่ฟ‘ๅนดใงใฏๅทฅไบ‹ใฎ็‚บใซใšใฃใจ้š ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงๅ‡บใฆใใ‚‹ๆ™‚้–“ๅธฏใŒ้™ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ—่ญฆๆˆ’ๅฟƒใŒๅผทใ„ใฎใงใ€ใ™ใ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚

ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆ™‚้–“ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸๆ™‚ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใฟใพใ—ใŸใ€‚๏ผ–ใ‹ๆœˆใฎ้–“ใซ๏ผ•ๅ›ž็จ‹ใ„ใฃใฆๆœใƒปๆ˜ผใƒปๅค•ๆ–นใ‚‚ใƒใƒฃใƒฌใƒณใ‚ธใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใจๆœๆ–นใฏใ‚ˆใใปใ‹ใฎ้ณฅใƒ•ใ‚กใƒณใ‚‚ใ„ใฆใ€Œ้ณฅๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ€ใ‚’่žใใ“ใจใ‚‚ใงใใฆใใ‚Œใฏใใ‚Œใงๆฅฝใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใงใ™ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใชใ‹ใชใ‹็›ฎ็š„ใฏๅพ—ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใงใ™ใ€‚

ใจใ“ใ‚ใŒใคใ„ๅ…ˆๆ—ฅใ€ใงใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚่ฆ‹ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚๏ผ‘้€ฑ้–“ๅ‰ใฏๆ˜ผ้ ƒใ„ใฃใฆใฟใŸใ‚‰่ฟ‘ใใฎ่‰ๅˆˆใ‚Šไฝœๆฅญใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅœฐๅ…ƒใฎๆ–นใŒใจใฆใ‚‚ๅ„ชใ—ใ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œไฝœๆฅญใงๆ’ฎๅฝฑใฎ้‚ช้ญ”ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใญใ€ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆไธ‹ใ•ใ‚Š๏ผˆ็ฌ‘๏ผ‰ใ€Œใƒคใƒžใ‚ปใƒŸใชใ‚‰ๆœ๏ผ–ๆ™‚ๅŠ้ ƒใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใจใƒ€ใƒกใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใจๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฎŸใฏใ”ๆœฌไบบใŒใใฎๆ—ฅใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใŸใใ†ใงใ™ใ€‚

ใใ“ใง็ขบไฟกใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚้€ฑๆœซใชใ‚‰๏ผ•ๆ™‚ๅŠใซ่ตทใใฆใ€ใงใใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ๆ—ฉใๆ—ญๆฉ‹ใงๅพ…ๆฉŸใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ€‚

้‡‘ๆ›œๆ—ฅใฎๅคœใฏใ‚ซใƒกใƒฉใ‚’ๆบ–ๅ‚™ใ—ใฆๅœŸๆ›œๆ—ฅใฎๆœใ€ๅฆปใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ•ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใใฃใจใใฃใจ่ตทใไธŠใŒใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚็ฐกๅ˜ใชๆ”ฏๅบฆใ‚’ใ—ใฆๅ‡บ็™บใ€‚๏ผ–ๆ™‚้ŽใŽใซๅˆฐ็€ใ—ใฆๆค…ๅญใจใ‚ซใƒกใƒฉใ‚’ใ‚ปใƒƒใƒˆใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅพ…ใคใ€‚ๆ—ฉๆœใฎๆพ„ใ‚“ใ ็ฉบๆฐ—ใŒใŠใ„ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใงใ™ใ€‚ใ„ใ‚ใ‚“ใช้ณฅใฎๅฃฐใ‚’่ดใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆถผใ—ใ„ๆœใ‚’ๆบ€ๅ–ซใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅพ…ใคใ€‚

๏ผ‘ๆ™‚้–“ใ‚‚ๅพ…ใฃใŸใจใ“ใ‚ใงใ€Œใพใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใ‚‚ใ ใ‚ใ‹ใช๏ผŽ๏ผŽ๏ผŽใ€ใจๆ€ใฃใŸๆ™‚ใซไฝ•ใ‹ใŒใใŸใ€‚

็™ฝใฃใฝใ„ใ€ใพใ‚ใพใ‚ๅคงใ็›ฎใจไฝ“ใฎ้ณฅใŒๆฐด้ข่ฟ‘ใใซ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใงใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅ‹•ใใŒใ‚ซใƒฏใ‚ปใƒŸใซไผผใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใพใ—ใŸใŒใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจๅคงใใ‹ใฃใŸใงใ™ใ€‚

ใ„ใพใ ๏ผใจใŠใ‚‚ใฃใฆ้€ฃๅ†™ใงใ‚ซใƒกใƒฉใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

็ขบใ‹ใซใƒคใƒžใ‚ปใƒŸใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ไธ‹ๆตๆ–น้ขใ‹ใ‚‰ใใฆไธ€็žฌๆ—ญๆฉ‹ใฎไธŠใซใจใพใฃใฆใ€ใใ‚ŒใงใพใŸไธ‹ๆตๆ–น้ขใซๅŽปใฃใฆใ„ใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚็ซนๆž—ใงๆญขใพใฃใŸใ‚‰็‰นๅพดใฎๅ† ็พฝใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

้ ใใฆๆฏ”่ผƒ็š„ใซๅฐใ•ใ„้ณฅใชใฎใงๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใƒณใ‚บใŒใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ่ถณใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใŒ๏ผ˜๏ผ้€ฃๅ†™ใฎไธญใง๏ผ’ใƒป๏ผ“ๆžšใ‚‚็ถบ้บ—ใซๆ’ฎใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใงใ™ใ€‚ใ‚ชใƒžใ‚ฑใซๅธฐใ‚Šใงใ„ใคใ‚‚ใฎๅณถ็”ฐๅทใฎๆฒณๅฃๅ‘จ่พบใซๅฏ„ใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ซใƒฏใ‚ปใƒŸใฎใ„ใ„ๅ†™็œŸใ‚‚ๆ’ฎใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ‚„ใฃใจใ€ใƒคใƒžใ‚ปใƒŸใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใงใ™ใ€‚้‡Ž้ณฅ่ฆณๅฏŸใฃใฆๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใ‚ˆ๏ผ

2024 – Stuff I loved

It’s inevitable, I guess, to get retrospective at this time of year. I’ve more or less stopped keeping careful track of things like media consumptionโ€”no Goodreads lists for me, thank youโ€”but it’s still sometimes interesting to review. And so, here is a non-comprehensive list of things that I remember enjoying very much in 2024. Travel, books, TV, whatever, I’m not going to be strict. These are all things that made my 2024 a better year than it would otherwise have been.

First up, I visited Inbe in Bizen, Okayama several times this year. It was wonderful. I met potters, enjoyed the scenery, and learned about its history and culture in a way that was vibrant and exciting.

Another thing that made my 2024 better was engaging more actively and thoughtfully in photography. I’ve written about it before, but even apart from whatever high-minded ideas about “art” or “creativity” people want to layer onto it, the very fact of engaging in a new expressive medium has been great. I have been a “word guy” all my life. Trying to be an “image guy” now is really something special for me.

A smiling older man with a mustache. He is wearing a towel on his head, a large watch, and a black tanktop and is flexing his muscular arms.
Macho man

In the world of books, there have been a few standouts. The one that stands largest in my memory is The Saint of Bright Doors by Vajra Chandrasekera, which I reviewed on this blog. There’s not much else to say about it, except that its weight in my memory has only grown with time. Read it.

I also read and loved Premee Mohamed‘s The Siege of Burning Grass. It is a fantasy story set in a world at war, but the central protagonist is a true pacifist despite the brutal social pressures on being a good, patriotic subject of empire. It is a story about the irrationality of war and the true courage that is pacifism, and the pain that occurs when those are placed in irredeemable conflict. I should have reviewed it more thoroughly. It deserves much thought and rereading.

Another standout is the Japanese-language only (so far) horror book Kinkichiho no aru basho ni tsuite (About a certain place in the Kinki region) by Sesuji. It’s a “mocumentary” horror book that presents itself as a collection of research materials for a magazine, but ends up telling a story of generational evil, the terrors of the Japanese countryside, and creepy stuff in general. I loved it. I think the translation rights have been sold, but that is so far unconfirmed.

In related media, I still think about Fake Documentary Q a lot. I wish the book had been better.

Apart from all the old music I mostly listen to (shout out to Eric Satie’s Gymnopรฉdies), the new album I listened to most is Daudi Matsiko’s The King of Misery. It seems perhaps inappropriate to talk about “enjoyment” regarding such an emotionally shredding/shredded work of art, but it is beautiful and alive and well worth listening to.

And, lest anyone get the idea that I went all high-brow and Big-C Cultural in 2024, I also watched the hell out of the Reacher series on Amazon Prime because there’s something unironically appealing about watching a very big man murder the fuck out of the Bad Guys.

What were some things that made your 2024 less terrible?

Tsurezure #9 – Hiyaoroshi

I find myself skipping a few articles that touched on personal matters that, while are fine for the local community, I’m not sure I want out in the whole world. But anyway. Here’s a somewhat (but not entirely) belated article about autumn’s sake, Hiyaoroshi.


ๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใฎๅญฃ่ชž๏ผšใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—

ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰็ง‹ใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆใใพใ™ใ€‚็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„้ฃŸๆใŒใŸใใ•ใ‚“ๆŽกใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ™‚ๆœŸใงไฝ“ใซๆŸ“ใฟใ‚‹ๆ–™็†ใ‚‚ๆฌกใ€…ใซใงใฆใใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚‚ใกใ‚ใ‚“ๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใ‚‚ใŠใ„ใ—ใ„ๅญฃ็ฏ€ใงใ™ใ€‚

ๅžๅ…ต่ก›ใฏ็ง‹ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใงใ™ใ€‚้…’ๅบ—ใ‚„ใ‚นใƒ‘ใƒผใฎๆฃšใซใฏ็ด…่‘‰่‰ฒใฎใƒฉใƒ™ใƒซใŒใŸใใ•ใ‚“ไธฆใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏ็š†ใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ€Œ็ง‹ใ‚ใŒใ‚Šใ€ใงใ™ใ€‚ๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ๆฅญ็•Œใฎ็ง‹้…’ใงใ™ใ€‚

ๅ…ƒใ€…ๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’้€ ใ‚Šใฎๆ™‚ๆœŸใฏ็ง‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ˜ฅใซใ‹ใ‘ใฆๅคงไฝ“4ใ‹ๆœˆๅ‰ๅพŒใงไปŠใฎๆ™‚ๆœŸใซใฏๆ–ฐ้…’ใŒใปใจใ‚“ใฉใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ไปŠใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆใใ‚‹ใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใฏๅ‰ๆœŸใฎๆ˜ฅใงใ—ใผใฃใŸๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใงใ™ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใงใฏใชใใ€Œใ„ใใคใฎ็‰นๅพดใ€ใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚

ๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใฏ้€šๅธธใ€็ซๅ…ฅ(ใฒใ„ใ‚Œ)ใจใ„ใ†ๆฎบ่Œใƒปๅฎ‰ๅฎšๅŒ–ใฎๆ‰‹้ †ใ‚’ไบŒๅ›ž่กŒใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๅ‡บๆฅไธŠใŒใฃใŸ้…’ใ‚’ๆพใ‚Šใใฎใ‚ใจ่ฒฏ่”ตใ‚ฟใƒณใ‚ฏใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹้š›ใซไธ€ๅ›žใ€ใ‚ฟใƒณใ‚ฏใ‹ใ‚‰็“ถ่ฉฐใฎๆ™‚ใซไธ€ๅ›žใŒๆ™ฎ้€šใงใ™ใ€‚ใ€Œ็”Ÿ(ใชใพ)้…’(ใ–ใ‘)ใ€ใฏ็ซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ•ใ‚ŒใฆใŠใ‚‰ใšใ€ใ€Œ็”Ÿ่ฒฏ่”ตใ€ใฏๆœ€ๅˆใฎ็ซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„ๆ„ๅ‘ณใจใ€Œ็”Ÿ่ฉฐใ‚ใ€ใฏไบŒๅ›ž็›ฎใฎ็“ถ่ฉฐใฎ็ซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚’ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใฏ็”Ÿ่ฉฐใฎๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใงใ™ใ€‚

ใใ—ใฆใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใฏ่ปฝใ็†Ÿๆˆใ•ใ›ใŸๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใงใ™ใ€‚ๆ˜ฅใซๆพใฃใŸใ‚ใจ็ซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚ฟใƒณใ‚ฏ่ฒฏ่”ตใ•ใ‚Œใพใ™ใ€‚ๆš‘ใ„ๅคใฎใ‚ใ„ใ ใซ็†Ÿๆˆใ—ใ€ใใ—ใฆๆถผใ—ใ„็ง‹ใŒๆฅใŸใ‚‰็“ถ่ฉฐใ‚ใ—ๅ‡บ่ทใ•ใ‚Œใพใ™ใ€‚ๆ˜”ใฎ้…’่”ตใฏไปŠใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚่ก›็”Ÿ็Šถๆ…‹ใŒๅ„ชใ‚ŒใฆใŠใ‚‰ใšๅ†ท่”ตๆŠ€่ก“ใ‚‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใŸใ‚ๅพฎ็”Ÿ็‰ฉใŒๆดป็™บใงใฏใชใ„ๆถผใ—ใ„ๆ™‚ๆœŸใซใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฃใ‹ใ‚Š็ซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„ๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใ‚’ๅ‡บ่ทใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚็ซๅ…ฅใ‚Œ่‡ชไฝ“ใฏๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใฎๅ‘ณใ‚„ๅฃๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šใซๅฝฑ้Ÿฟใ‚’ไธŽใˆใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ใงใใŸใ‚‰ใใฎใพใพใฎไธ€็•ช็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„ใ€Œ็†Ÿๆˆๆ„Ÿใ€ใ‚’็š†ใ•ใ‚“ใซๅฑŠใ‘ใŸใ„ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใŒ่ช•็”Ÿใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚

ใใฎๅๅ‰ใฏ็›ดๆŽฅ็š„ใซใใฎไบ‹ใซใ‚‚้–ขใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใใ†ใงใ™ใ€‚็ขบ่จผใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใจใ„ใ†่จ€่‘‰ใฎ็”ฑๆฅใซใ“ใฎ่ชฌใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ใŠ้…’ใ‚’ไบŒๅ›ž็›ฎใฎ็ซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚’ใ›ใšใ€Œๅ†ทใ‚„ใ—ใŸใ€็Šถๆ…‹ใง็“ถ่ฉฐใ—ใฆๅฎขใ•ใ‚“ใซใ€ŒใŠใ‚ใ—ใŸใ€ใ€‚่ชฌๅพ—ๅŠ›ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚

ใจใ“ใ‚ใงใ€Œ็ง‹ไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€ใฎๆœฌๆฅใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใฏใ€Œ็ง‹ใพใงใญใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๅ‘ณใŒไธŠใŒใฃใŸ๏ผˆ่‰ฏใใชใฃใŸ๏ผ‰ใ‚‚ใฎใ€ใ ใใ†ใงใ™ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใฏใ€ใ‚‚ใจใ‚‚ใจๅ็งฐใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅ‘ณใฎ่ชฌๆ˜Žใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใงใ™ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ไปŠใฏใปใจใ‚“ใฉใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใจๅŒใ˜ๆ„ๅ‘ณใจใ—ใฆๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅคšใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ™ใ€‚็ดฐใ‹ใ„้•ใ„ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒใใ‚Œใฏ้…’่”ตใฎใ“ใ ใ‚ใ‚Šใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚

้›ฃใ—ใ„่ฉฑใฏๅˆฅใจใ—ใฆใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใฏ็ง‹ใฎๅ‘ณใซใดใฃใŸใ‚Šใชๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใซ้–“้•ใ„ใชใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚ๅคใฎ้–“ใซ่ฝใก็€ใ„ใฆ็†Ÿๆˆใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๆ—จๅ‘ณใŒๅข—ใˆใ€ใพใ‚ใ‚„ใ‹ใซใชใฃใŸๅฟƒๅœฐ่‰ฏใ„ๅ‘ณใ‚ใ„ใ‚’ๆœŸๅพ…ใ—ใฆ็‡—้…’ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๆฏŽๅนดใฎๅžๅ…ต่ก›ใฎๆฅฝใ—ใฟใงใ™ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใกใ‚ใ‚“ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใใ†ใงใ™ใ€‚

ๅฑฑๅฃ็œŒใฎ็พŽๅ‘ณ็ง‹้…’ใŒใŸใใ•ใ‚“ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใŒๅ…‰ๅธ‚ใซ่ฟ‘ใ„่”ตใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰้…’ไบ•้…’้€ (ๅฒฉๅ›ฝๅธ‚)ใฎไบ”ๆฉ‹ใ€Œใƒˆใƒฉใ‚ฟใƒณใ€€ใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใจไธญๅณถๅฑ‹้…’้€ ๅ ด(ๅ‘จๅ—ๅธ‚)ใฎใ€Œไธญๅณถๅฑ‹ใ€€็ง‹ไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๅฑฑ้™ฝๅฐ้‡Ž็”ฐๅธ‚ใฎๆฐธๅฑฑ้…’้€ ใฎใ€Œๅฑฑ็Œฟใ€€ใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใŒๅคงใฎใŠใ™ใ™ใ‚ใงใ™ใ€‚ๆ˜ฏ้ž่ฟ‘ใใฎ้…’ๅฑ‹ใ•ใ‚“ใงๆŽขใ—ใฆใฟใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€‚