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I watched this on DVD last night. It appears to have won lots of awards. Well deserved. This is a gentle romantic fantasy from Ireland about two coma patients who have met only in their increasingly bizarre dreams… and then fall in love. I especially liked it when they suddenly began speaking in Japanese (funny how often that happens in non-Japanese movies).

Lovely movie. I recommend it. The Japanese title (god knows why) is 夜更かし羊が寝る前に.

Over the past few years I’ve gotten into the habit of buying The Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror as December approaches. It’s a great big fat hunk of a book, about 40 stories and poems, and lots of chewy meat and potatoes in there. I always enjoy it. It’s reliably really good. So I thought I’d do the same just before last Christmas. Didn’t work out that way though. There was no Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror in 2009. And after a bit of internet research I discovered only this: after 21 years of compiling and winning awards the editorial team behind it were “on hiatus”. No reasons given as to why… What a pity.

However, I also discovered that Ellen Datlow, one member of the aforementioned award winning editorial team, had gone it alone and started her own new series with The Best Horror of the Year Volume One. A slimmer volume this one, only 21 stories and poems, and the fantasy element seemingly ditched… “Well, why not?” I thought, “Now’s the perfect time to read it!” I like a bit of spine-spooking tingliness in the dark corner of the year… So I ordered it. And over the winter break I read it through. And I enjoyed it (mostly) too. There’s a lot of fine crafted and deeply absorbing stories in there. Some absolute gems in fact. It’s a good compilation. I just have one teeny tiny (and perhaps pedantic) quibble about it and that’s about the use of the word Horror. A fair percentage of the stories didn’t strike me as being particularly scary,  – or even trying to be particularly scary.  A horror story in order to be a horror story should do more than just evoke a vaguely creepy atmosphere, it ought to evoke feelings of shock, or fear, or foreboding, or revulsion – it ought to horrify you. But a fair few of the stories in this collection didn’t really do that at all. At best they might be described as Dark Fantasy… but not Horror.  They were still good though mind you – they just didn’t inspire the level of dread that I was expecting from the cover title. It is a pedantic point though because I found only one story in the collection disatisfying, most of them praiseworthy and there were maybe three in there that were absolute classics of the genre.

Steve Duffy’s The Clay Party, describing a misguided journey into the wilderness (and into madness) has a Lovecraftian feel to it, though the horror in this tale comes from the vile actions of men and not monsters (in fact the monsters are alright). R. B. Russell’s story Loup-garou is perfect. Starting with a seemingly mundane tale of a run-of-the-mill guy  going to see an old movie, by the end of the story everything has been turned on it’s head in shocking disorientation. Memory, identity, reality… nothing seems certain. Genius. And my favorite in the collection Adam Golaski’s The Man from the Peak, in a sense is an old story, but told so well. It lulls you in, then gradually dreamily and  subtly creeps you out, and finally brings you face to face  with – pure unadulterated bloody HORROR in the truest sense of the word. That one story alone is worth buying the collection for. It’s gruesome yet… DELICIOUS!

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I’m not sure how this got started or whose idea it was (probably Yutaka’s) but we (Betty, Mewby, Yoshida-kun, Yutaka and me) had a kind of impromptu takoyaki party at my house last Saturday. A lot of booze was consumed. And a lot of octopus balls.  And then the experimentation began… Shrimp balls were quite popular. And Mewby’s chocolate banana cake-mix balls were an absolute hit. My cheesy tomato pizza balls were not so well received however. Here are some pictures:

It’s a wonderful thing to know that there are people in this world prepared put so much love and effort into creating 5 and half minutes of perfection – and then offer it up online for free! Watch this! Just watch it!

Alma from Rodrigo Blaas on Vimeo.

It’s January 6th already – Twelfth Night no less – and time to take down the Christmas tree. Back to work the day after tomorrow – but still, only two more months till Spring vacation. (sighs -  thinks, “What an awesome job”) Here’s a couple of piccies of our Mewby at Shimogamo shrine last Sunday.

It is of course the year of the Tiger.

The Shimogamo area is one of my favorite places in Kyoto – a great place for a stroll in the woods and lots of great cafes and restaurants in the area. We went to antighseinsse for dinner and had one of Horie’s handmade pizzas – he puts the basil into the dough. And I had two pints of delicious chocolatey-rich tasting Tokyo Black real ale. But we didn’t like the gormless and charmless twit Horie has working with him now,  so we retreated to Sheeps and I had a savoury pint of Yona Yona real ale followed by a glass of Jamesons (as the beer was getting heavy). And then we felt like seeing Se-chan so we went to Kisui and I started on nihonshu… And then I woke up the next day with a sore head. Silly me.

Now yesterday I went to the Kampo museum to look at some super psychedelic Huichol yarn paintings – but if you want to read about that, you’ll have to click here.