NaNo Days 3 & 4: Slight stagnation

So yesterday I didn't write a single word. For NaNoWriMo, that is, I wrote a loooot of words for other things, mainly work, mainly feedback. When I got home I decided I didn't want to spend my evening staring at words on a screen too, so I called a friend and we went out to dinner and a movie (The Martian, which takes more than two hours of your life, but it's worth it). She called me crazy for even attempting to do NaNo this year, which I took as encouragement.
Then today I had to spend an hour on a train to a meeting (the one I'd been writing all that feedback for the day before) and as the wifi in the train was dismal as usual, I decided to write. And I wrote 1,012 words, whilst on a train surrounded by businesspeople making business phone calls. It was another first, but I thought it pretty efficient. And about 1,000 words per hour isn't the fastest, but it's more than I'd expected.
However, 1,012 words is no where near enough to keep me on track word count-wise, so I'll have to see if I can throw another 1,000 or 1,500 words at it this evening. I have to catch up on work emails that came in during the meeting, and loads of other stuff too, but we'll see. I'm feeling pretty good about this novel (pah, that sounds wayyy bigger than it is; story), so I'm thinking and hoping that things will work out, writingwise, tonight.

NaNo Day 2: Keeping up the good count

I wrote 1,703 words today. I had the craziest, busiest day at work, cycled home with my head still full of work stuff, did the shopping, cooking, eating, and then put myself behind my laptop and threw out 1,703 words in a little more than an hour. I do surprise myself.
I'm at 6,745 words in total now, which is more than I should be at on day 4. This is good news, as the coming days I actually have appointments in the evening, so I won't be able to write as much (unless I write at work, which would be both professional suicide and impossible, as I haven't even come close to being up-to-date on my actual work). So a nice little head start, which I hope I will be able to keep through the coming days!

NaNo Day 1: A Flying start

My 2015 NaNoWriMo effort is off to a flying start; at the moment I'm at 2,560 words (which I thought was a nice moment to pause and do some other things), of the 1,667 I should be writing each day. Which means I'm ahead, yes, ahead, of schedule. A flying start, as they say.
I wrote my first 790 words in three quarters of an hour, which isn't a record per se, but is pretty damn quick considering I haven't actually written fiction in about half a year. The second streak, from 790 to 2,560, was done in one hour exactly, which means about 1800 words an hour. If I keep that up (which probably won't happen), I can get the daily limit done in an hour every day, which would maybe kinda fit in my schedule (again, probably not, but some days you can write, and some you can't).
But the best thing about all of this is not the quantity, it's the quality. I'm actually pretty happy about what I've written so far. It's the start of the story, so it's the bit I've been rehearsing and fine tuning in my head for the past few days, but still, nice sentences and words and details and characterisations popped up in my head as I went along. The characters are still behaving as they should, doing the things they should be doing and thinking the things they should be thinking, so I'm still pretty much in control. I switched narrators just now, and it takes some time to get into the 'voice' of the second narrator, but still, it's going quicker than expected.
So I'll just continue to write as long as it's going smoothly, and see what word count I finish on for today. I've seen several others on the Regional Forum at 5,000+, which would be really nice, but also really difficult. Either way, I'm happy with what I've got, and anything extra is just a nice NaNo bonus.

ETA: I finished at 5,039 words today, which must make this my best first NaNo day ever. If only November only had Sundays...

52 Book Challenge - October

So this month was the worst so far, what with moving house and all the other things (mainly work and emotions) that kept me busy. Here's what I'm at now:

35 The Book of Lost Things - John Connolly
36 One Day - David Nicholls

So the first one was in the Recommended by Staff section of the Waterstone's in Amsterdam. A former fellow student of English has been lucky enough to find work there, and she recommended the novel, so I simply had to read it. It's about a small boy in WWII London who finds a way into another world, one where fairytales are real - even if with somewhat different endings and morals than the real ones. I loved the premise (I've actually written quite a lot of stories that follow a similar vein, but then again, haven't we all?), and most of the first part when he was still in our world, but once he 'fell through' it all became a bit too obvious and flat. What with his unfailing abilities to see through things no one else can understand, presumed-dead characters turning up in the nick of time to save the day, and the 'face your fears' moral drawn out a bit too long, it became quite unoriginal and frankly boring. With so many variants of this idea roaming around on the Internet, it's almost a shame that this is the one that got published
Now One Day, my third David Nicholls novel, was something of a surprise in that I didn't see the 'Signed by the author' sticker when I bought it in London (also at Waterstone's) last July. So it was nice to see the hasty scribble on the title page; it is one of only a few signed books I own. The book itself is great; I'd say it's Nicholls's best, better than the much-acclaimed (or hyped) Us or Starter for Ten, which I loved but which lacks the depth of One Day. Again, the premise is straightforward: two people are followed on the same day for 20 years, starting on the 15th of July 1988 and ending in 2007. In that period, they go from being 22 to being 42, and the biggest and most important part of their lives take place. As with Us, the ending is not what you'd expect; I won't spoil, but the 500 Days of Summer warning "This is not a love story" should be heeded. The writing is beautiful; very funny but also very meaningful, with well-developed characters, scenes and feelings set out in just a few words. You really get to know the two protagonists; who they are, how they differ, why they do what they do, and also why their lives keep revolving around one another. David Nicholls is starting to become one of those authors who I want to read every single novel of, and I'm already quite some way along. If you're in for something new, try him. Stay away from Us, and read this one instead.
Looking at the bigger picture; I'm 36 books down and it's already week 44. That means I'm 8 books behind, with the craziness of NaNoWriMo looming. I'd be very very surprised if I manage to read 52 new books this year, but who knows what will happen, maybe a literary miracle!

NaNoWriMo 2015

For those of you not in the know: NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month, which started in 1999 (wayyy before November became 'Movember' and all those other fancy scrambled month names) and has been going strong ever since. I've participated in 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010 and 2011, and I won (meaning: I wrote a novel of at least 50,000 words) in the last three of those attempts. Since then, I've been too busy with work (ironically, I started this blog in 2012 because I thought I'd have more time for creative pursuits, but that didn't really work out...) or travels to participate, but this year I will give it another go.
As with the 52 book challenge, I'm not hitting myself over the head if things don't work out, because the truth is that I'm still swamped with a lot of other things. But if you don't try you won't ever succeed, so this morning I 'created my novel', which means I picked a genre and put in a short working title and synopsis. My past NaNo experience tells me that the actual end result will probably be something only vaguely resembling what I wrote today, but the important thing is the first step.
If you've ever thought about writing anything but find yourself having (or making up) a lot of excuses for not actually writing, NaNoWriMo is for you. You have to write a lot, while turning your Inner Editor off: it's about quantity, not quality. December is the time for editing and fine tuning, November is the time for output.
Also, there's a really nice community of people all working towards the same goal, with online forums and real life meet-ups (Write-ins). So even if you don't end up with a novel, you may end up with new friends.
You can find my author's page here, but I'll keep you updated on my progress and word count as November comes around. And who knows; I may even post some excerpts!

52 book challenge - September

I will be back to blogging regularly at some point, but that point is still somewhat vague and far away, so please don't hold your breath. In the meantime, I am still reading books, and I will still post my book challenge lists, if only to show that books are indeed one of the great escapes.
Where I stand now:
32 The Bone Clocks - David Mitchell
33 All the Light We Cannot See - Anthony Doerr
34 Shades of Grey - Jasper Fforde

The Bone Clocks is Mitchell's biggest and bestest book so far. Somehow, he managed to incorporate what made Black Swan Green so great, into the structure of what made Cloud Atlas or Ghostwritten so great. I can't really say that much about it, because saying anything will give away the plot, but I recommend everyone to read it. Although of course you should read all of his other novels first, in the order they came out, because some of his characters (or their parents, children, or siblings) reoccur in several of his novels. Which is just one of the many, many layers to be found in The Bone Clocks.
Then I read All the Light We Cannot See, which won the Pulitzer this year. I am not generally fond of American novels and novelists, and reading this novel, I remembered why. Everything is just a bit too polished, to convenient, there are no loose ends or sharp edges. All the characters fit just a bit too snugly in their little corner of the world, and they have just exactly those experiences and talents and qualities that lead them to be on exactly the right place for the big denouement. Also, the structure didn't really work, with alternating chapters between the male and female protagonists, which didn't quite fit at some crucial points, so then Doerr just put in a repeat chapter of the same character. Pick a structure and stick to it, or don't have one at all; a botched up alternating structure doesn't work. The ending was slightly surprising, until it all became a bit too much Sarah's Key. Just yesterday I listened to someone who had written her thesis on "the Americanisation of the holocaust", which is exactly what happened here, and which maybe something I will write more about in the future.
Finally, I read Shades of Grey, which has nothing whatsoever to do with 50 Shades of Grey, and was published 2 years earlier. It's about a dystopian future, set after Something Happened, and in which people can only see very little colour. There is a ranking according to which colour you can see, with Purple being the highest, and Grey the lowest. This is just one example of the complex, bewildering, and utterly pointless rules in place in this society, which also include regular 'leapbacks', in which perfectly functional technology is cast aside to create a society deteriorating itself on purpose. I loved Fforde's Thursday Next series, and this novel was great fun too. It's the first in a trilogy, with the next novel coming out next year, an if you're into comical dystopianism, it's one to read.
So wildly differing novels, all contemporary, and in varying modes of realism and seriousness. I'll save the classics for when my mind has enough space to properly absorb and digest a piece of good literature, although David Mitchell's novels are nothing less.

52 book challenge - August

My holidays didn't go quite as planned, something I may or may not talk about more here. But the net result is that I didn't read half as many books as I'd planned, and that I still can't really focus on any book for any length of time.
What I did read:
28 Speaking with the Angel - various authors (edited by Nick Hornby)
29 Turks Fruit (Turkish Delight) - Jan Wolkers
30 Tongkat - Peter Verhelst
31 Het Exacte Verhaal - Ionica Smeets

Not really my typical month: 2 books in Dutch, one informal book about scientific journalism, and one short story collection. I'm nearly finished with The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell (I always seem to be 'nearly finished' with something at the end of a month, I really should plan these things better), but nearly isn't the real thing, so this will have to be one of the weirdest months with respect to books as well.
The short stories were nice, but nothing special, although it did contain a story by Colin Firth (followed by a story by Helen Fielding, which is a nice touch). Turkish Delight is one of those Dutch classics anyone should really read; I liked it, and I will now have to read more by Jan Wolkers. Tongkat is a beautiful fantasy story, although you can't really call it a story because it is more poetic than that, in beautiful Flemish Dutch. I will have to reread that one, because I feel like I've only scratched the surface of its complexity, but that will have to wait until 2016. Het Exacte Verhaal explains why scientists should engage in scientific journalism, and how. It's a fun read, especially if you have biologists and other scientists writing schoolbooks, but it caters to a niche market.
So, I won't be all optimistic about how things will be better in september, because I don't think they will, but we'll see how it goes.

52 book challenge - July

So I'm back from London, the City that... has a lot of rain? It doesn't really have a snappy nickname, like The Big Apple or The City of Lights. Apparently, the most-used nickname is "The Big Smoke", which may or may not be very apt, as I couldn't really see any smoke through all the rain.

Anyway, we spent a lot of time in museums, and not a lot of time reading, so my book list didn't really grow that much during this particular holiday. I'll have to make that up during our camping trip to France in the coming weeks.
The standings are as follows:
24 The Talented Mr Ripley - Patricia Highsmith
25 Starter for Ten - David Nicholls
26 Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy - John le Carre
27 De Aanslag (The Assault) - Harry Mulisch

I am nearly finished with Speaking with the Angel, a short story collection by Nick Hornby, but I don't think I'll finish that this month. But, still, I'm more than halfway! And today's week number is 31, so I'm still just four books behind, which I can easily catch up on.
Some varied reading this month. The Talented Mr Ripley should probably be seen as a classic, as it is from 1955 and hasn't really been out of print since. I hadn't read any Ripley novels before and fell asleep during the film, but the story gripped me. I'm not really into crime novels, but this one had a nice psychological edge to it that made it interesting. Also, part of it takes place in Venice, which seems to be a favourite place for lots of literary characters these days (the protagonists of Us and The Discovery of Heaven also find themselves in Venice at some point).
Starter for Ten is something completely different, but one of my favourite books of those I've read so far this year. I'm a big fan of University Challenge and had already seen the film (with James McAvoy! And Benedict Cumberbatch! And they're so young!), so I was familiar with the plot, but Nicholls writing style is just the best. It is a very comical story, but has a very serious class-conscious undertone that comes out better in the novel.
Another novel I'd already seen the film of was Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, my second John le Carre novel. Now I didn't really understand or follow the film properly, so I was counting on le Carre's beautiful writing style (as discovered in The Spy Who Came in From the Cold), and it was another gem. The first few chapters leave you utterly confused, as he starts in the middle of everything and doesn't explain who people are or where they are or what they are doing or why, but slowly you get to discover all the pieces and put them together. It's written like the puzzle George Smiley has to construct: who is the mole hiding in the British secret service? Somehow you do figure it out just slightly ahead of Smiley, so you can feel a bit smug about yourself even while you are wondering how you ever got there.
And finally I read one of the great Dutch classics, The Assault, by Harry Mulisch. I couldn't really get through his The Discovery of Heaven, but The Assault is much thinner and much better written. I won't give away too much, but it's about the Second World War and it's kind of another puzzle, only this time, the protagonist doesn't really want to solve it, he just sort of gets pulled in. Most of my classmates read this book in secondary school, but I was trying to be anti-snob by not reading any novels by Mulisch or his famous contemporaries. Which leaves me in the happy position of being able to discover and read them, and probably appreciate them better, now.

So, just one more week, and then we're off to the south of France to do some camping, and a looot of catch-up reading!

London calling

And if the point I made in my last post needed any more proof: I know that there is a song called London Calling, I think I even know the melody, but I couldn't tell you for sure who it's by if my life depended on it. I would probably have said The Police, which a short Google action told me is very wrong, although at least I was in the right decade (it's by The Clash, for those other non-music knowers).
Anyway, to get to the point of this post; I'm flying to London this afternoon, to spend a long city trip weekend there with a friend. The great thing about this is that we share a lot of the same interests, so we want to visit the same places (with biggest bookshop in Europe highest on our list). Even though the weather is going to be typical English downpours, we'll be entertaining ourselves in Westminster Abbey, the National Gallery, the British Museum, the Museum of Natural History, and all those other great (and indoor) places. And we'll be seeing Richard II at the Globe, very probably while getting thoroughly soaked in the rain, but who cares.
The interesting thing about this will be that the maximum amount of time we've spent in each other's company up until now is about twelve hours, so we'll see how much we still like each other after five whole days. I think it's going to be okay, but you never know; being too much alike can also backfire.
We're flying from Groningen Airport, which is one of the smallest in the Netherlands, with a (cheap, Belgian) company I'd never heard of until I booked the tickets, so we'll also see how that goes. I tried checking in online yesterday, but the thing flat out refused me, so I hope the airport staff will be able to help us out. Also, we're not landing anywhere near London, but in Southend, and will then take a train to the capital.
It all kinda feels like backpacking again; not being able to arrange your stuff through the Internet, relying on unknown public transport after landing, staying in a hostel... To quote the Hobbit film reference: we're going on an adventure!

Spotify

I am usually not one of those ‘early adopters’, who jump onto a technological bandwagon just as it’s taking off. I didn’t get a smartphone until most people around me were already on their second or third. When everybody was starting to get into digital photography, I got another analogue camera. And I still like to write most things by hand, instead of using my phone, computer or tablet.

So it may not come as a surprise that I didn’t discover Spotify until February this year, when enough people had bugged me about it (and enough colleagues were happily immersed in their music while working). Until then, I’d been adding specific music files to my smartphone, and playing that selection randomly through the general Samsung music app. But with Spotify, the possibilities were endless!

It reminded me of using Rhythmbox (for Linux) on my computer; all the music I could ever need, neatly organized by artist or album, or just one long list I could put on shuffle. Only without the fuss of having to tag the songs properly (yes, I am one of those neat freaks who has to remove the masses of underscores or “XOXO from Juan in Brazil” comments, and put in the right numbers, titles and genres, including proper capitalization). Not all the music I want is on there (no The Beatles, for example), but then again I couldn’t (illegally) download all the music I wanted to, so no big difference there.

So I’ve added all my regular artists, who I’ve listened to and loved for many years now, including Counting Crows, Goo Goo Dolls, Train, Alanis Morissette, and some other nice 90s flashbacks such as Lifehouse, Krezip, Robbie Williams and Blink 182. To which I added some film soundtracks (Amelie, 500 Days of Summer) and some separate numbers that I cherish (Solisbury Hill by Peter Gabriel, for example). And that was mostly that. Apart from leeching on those more musically knowledgeable friends who actually put together playlists, that is. And stealing lone numbers from those playlists, and adding those to my growing collection of songs to be played in shuffle mode.

But the whole idea of Spotify, or that’s how it was sold to me, is that you discover new music. Whenever you click on an artist, Spotify tells you about similar artists, who make similar music. Which is how you discover new bands you like, and new songs, and broaden your musical horizon.

Only it doesn’t really work that way for me. One reason, probably, is that I have absolutely no memory for song or band names. There are very few songs I can name from memory, and even with most Counting Crows songs I have to wait for the chorus to start before I’m completely sure what the title is, even though I’ve probably heard that song about 200 times. I can’t recognize most artists, and often have to use the music recognition app on my phone to be sure who’s playing on the radio. When people mention songs or artists to me, or I hear a song on the radio and like it, I won’t remember any of that. So when Spotify tells me that Counting Crows are very similar to The Wallflowers, I won’t remember that band name in a couple of minutes, or recognize them as the group that has a song that I actually really like. Somehow this capability for musical knowledge must have skipped a generation, because my dad is actually very good with music.

Another thing, having all those other artists recommended to me makes me feel like my very special and unique taste in music, carefully developed and maintained, isn’t really that special or original at all, because there are many other bands out there who do exactly the same thing, and if I’d stumbled upon them first, they’d be on my most-played list. And while I know that there is nothing original or special about my taste in music, I still like to live in that illusion.

And finally, of course, the familiar things are the easiest. The songs that you’ve known for years, the memories attached to those songs, the lyrics you can sing (mime, while at work) along with word-for-word; that feels more comfortable than searching and trying and rejecting.

So apparently, when it comes to music, it’s the same for me as with technology. I like the comfortable, familiar things, and won’t go out on a limb to get the newest or hippest thing first. I don’t mind that I don’t know about the hottest song of the moment, or discover that up-and-coming artist before any of my friends. When something new comes along, I will try it tentatively, and when it feels right and fits into my routines, I will gradually add it to my routine. The same way Spotify found its way into my life, some of the new songs and artists will also gradually find a place on my shuffle list. And by the time I’m fully adapted and in tune, there will be another new hip way to listen to music, and I’ll find my way there in due time…

Echoes from a blogging past

So I was just uploading a whole bunch of my old stories (and by old I mean really really old, like stuff I wrote in Windows 95 when I was about 12) to Google Drive, because I want to be sure they will still be somewhere, even when my laptop and external hard disk both die in a fire, and then I was thinking about all the other things I've written long ago, and that made me think of my old blog. At which point I realised, that I didn't even know the exact URL anymore. Which is kinda horrible, for something that I wrote stuff on from 2005 to 2011. Luckily, when you google my full name, it´s the seventh or eighth hit, so Google came in handy there too. If I were still writing my old blog, I´d now be going on about the fact that the verb ´to google´ is written with a lowercase letter, whereas the company name is still with a capital letter, but that´s neither here nor there.

So I spent some time reading through some of the old posts (the newer-old ones, aka the most recent ones), and myyy, I had a lot of opinions. I mean, I have a lot of opinions on this blog, but they are mostly about books or films or stuff that only affects me personally. But while I was still a student of English, I had some very strong opinions about teachers, the content of courses, the running of the whole thing, the university, the educational budget, and what not. This may not come as a surprise, since I actually was vice-president of the programme committee, but still. Case in point is the letter that I sent in to (and was printed in) a newspaper about a community college in the Netherlands that had to withdraw a lot of diplomas because their courses and examination weren't up to scratch. I put the letter on my blog, and it generated a lot of comment (also on Facebook), including a contribution from one of the high-ranking people in the college who accused me of 'listening only to the media'. I never okayed that one to go online, because I felt it was kind awkward, but it does show how opinionated I was. While at that time, I probably thought I was being very mellow and polite and grown-up. Which is also what I'm thinking about the stuff that I write now, so in five year's time I'll have another cringe moment as I read back the stuff I write now.

Some other interesting stuff, the tags I used are mostly similar to the ones here; creative, cats, literature, postcrossing, random, rant (mostly about my housemates), writings (schrijfsels, in Dutch, I love that word), study, language, garden, home, free time, work. Guess I haven't changed that much.
But the really ironic one was part of this post from 2011, in which I outline our my sort-of new year's resolutions. The list is as follows (translation below):

- Fons en ik vinden een leuk huisje met meer ruimte en minder irritante buren
- Ik haal mijn BA Engels en begin aan mijn MA Engels
- Fons haalt zijn MSc en vindt een leuke baan
- Ik schrijf daadwerkelijk iets waarvan ik vind dat anderen het ook mogen lezen
- We vervolgen onze reis in wat ambitieuzer en creatiever koken
- We hebben meer tijd voor gezelligheid en een sociaal leven en minder gestress en drukte

- Fons and I find a nice little home with more space and less annoying neighbours
- I will get my BA English and start my MA English
- Fons will get his MSc and find a nice job
- I actually write something that I think others may also read
- We continue our journey into cooking more ambitiously and creatively
- We have more time for a nice social life and less stress and hectics (some words are just untranslatable)

Soooo. How many of those do we recognise for this year? I'd say at least 4. Although we do live in a lot bigger house, we still have annoying neighbours, and are looking for a new place to live. I still haven't written something that I think other people should read (doesn't mean I don't let anybody read my stuff, but it's still reluctantly). We're now using the HelloFresh food box to cook more adventurously, but it's not really what we'd like, because (point 4) we're still too busy to make the proper time for a social life and cooking and all those other things we want to do. So apart from both graduating and finding jobs, things actually haven't changed that much.

One thing I do miss; while I wrote my old blog, I was still learning loads of new stuff every day, and I wrote about that a lot. It may be the hereditary teacher hiding somewhere deep inside me, but when I found out about some new cool literary or other thing, I immediately felt the need to share it with the whole world. Also, a looot of poetry. I never knew I read and commented on that much poetry. Also, lots of links to other people's blogs and stories, when I still had the time to read those. I miss that. I will try to do more of that here.

So, after all that meta-talk, you must be pretty curious about the blog itself. Small catch: it's in Dutch. Surprisingly good Dutch, if I may say so myself; reading things back I never expected to actually write well in my mother language (no idea why, incidentally), but some of the posts are actually quite good. Yes, I'm as surprised as you are.
Because reading the blog isn't of any interest to those who can't read Dutch, I'll switch languages now, and I'll see the rest of you in another post.

Dusss, de link. Bij deze: sherco.livejournal.com. Mocht je weinig tijd hebben, maar wel iets vermakelijks willen lezen, dan misschien iets lichts als 'Waar ken je die man toch van...?' een fijne frustratie-post als 'Een frisse start', of het diep-ironische 'Carriere maken', waarin ik me druk maak over allerhande studiegenoten die ineens carriere willen maken, terwijl ik zelf uiteindelijk al een fancy baan had voordat ik uberhaupt afgestudeerd was. Of al die andere leuke mijlpalen in mijn leven, zoals toen ik Darwin en Vrutsel uit het asiel haalde (Vrutsel ligt op m'n schoot te spinnen), of toen ik besloot om te stoppen met biologie en het roer om te gooien, en alles helemaal anders werd. Misschien vooral leuk en nostalgisch voor mezelf en zij die erbij waren, maar ik wil het jullie natuurlijk niet onthouden. Ik ben echt oud geworden, ik word er nostalgisch van...

Jamming

So we're having a loooot of strawberries in our garden this year, so much even, that we decided to make strawberry jam. I hardly ever eat jam, actually only at high teas (with scones) or when we're staying in a hotel that doesn't have any other bread spread things for breakfast. My SO does eat a lot of jam, in very varying tastes, usually provided by his father, who also has lots of fruit in his garden. But for our first try, we decided to make just plain old strawberry jam.
So we saved up the strawberries from several days, even the slightly slug-eaten ones that we'd usually throw out, and then we weighed them all and turned them into jam. We had about 800 g of strawberries in total, which is quite a nice harvest. It took a while to clean and slice them all, getting rid of the dirty and partly-eaten bits, and then we put them in a pan to heat up.

Strawberry pan.

Then we added what is called 'jelly sugar' in Dutch, I have absolutely no idea what it's called in the rest of the world, but it's the sugar that you put in to make jam. Usually you add the same amount of sugar as you have fruit, but with this sugar we had to add less, so that took a bit of calculating. We also added a big squeeze of lemon and lime juice, because just strawberries and sugar is way too sweet.
After boiling it all for a while, the jam was transferred to the jars, with some big strawberry pieces still in there. You can boil it down for longer and get a really smooth jam, but a bit of texture is nice to have. These pieces do mean that you get jelly in the bottom and more strawberry pieces at the top, because they float on the more liquid part, but that does make it look kinda nice.

Blurry jam transfer.

Split-level strawberry jam.

Then it was a case of putting on the lids and letting them cool, until we could put them in the fridge. The lids of our new special strawberry jam jars didn't fit quite as well as we'd hoped, so we're going to have to eat those a bit quicker than we thought, but I don't imagine that's going to be a problem. We tasted the jam when it went into the jars, and it's really nice, sweet but not to clingy, with a nice sour note. As I said, I'm not really much of a jam-eater, but of course I'll try our own home-made jam when I get the chance.
We still have loads of strawberries in the garden, some of which are still green and some of which are just becoming red, so we'll be eating 'normal' strawberries (maybe with cream) for a couple of days as well. But this was a very nice home-grown food experience already!

52 books challenge - June

Wow, is this year going faster than other years, or what? I feel like May has just begun (I've just come back from China), and suddenly it's almost July already! We're bracing ourselves for some of the hottest days to come this year (30+ temperatures, the whole country is in an uproar) and in the meantime I even managed to read some books!
19 De vegetarier (The Vegetarian) - Han Kang
20 The assassination of Margaret Thatcher - Hilary Mantel
21 Us - David Nicholls
22 Black Swan Green - David Mitchell
23 Gooseberries - Anton Chekov

I alllmost managed to finish The Talented Mr Ripley as well, but then sleep overtook me, so that will have to go in next month's list.
But considering that the last full week of June was last week (week 26), and I'm now at 23 books, I seem to have actually caught up by one book! I am now only 3 books behind!
So I read some wildly differing books this month. The Vegetarian is by a South Korean writer who I'd never heard of, and it is a very beautiful but also slightly disturbing book about a woman who decides to stop eating meat, and the events that unravel because of that choice. It makes you wonder whether anyone is actually in their right mind at any time. I feel that Us is this years The Rosie Project: the book about a scientifically minded man (first-person narrator) who falls in love with this artsy girl but can't quite get the affection across because of his slightly autistic nature. Only in Us, the couple are actually married (much to the surprise of the protagonist) and their marriage is falling apart. Also, Us has a wonderful sense of humour, which makes me want to read more books by Nicholls. Then there was Gooseberries, short stories by Chekov, to complement the short stories by Hilary Mantel. And finally Black Swan Green, of which I've written a lot already.
Hopefully the approaching summer weather will mean lots of lazy afternoons filled with reading and eating home-grown strawberries...

Black Swan Green

So I've been reading quite a lot to keep up with my 52 Book Challenge, and one of the books I've recently read was Black Swan Green by David Michell. Now I may not have written all that much about him here, but David Mitchell (not to be confused with the comedian of the same name) is one of my favourite authors.
As with most of my favourite authors, I first read his most well-known novel, Cloud Atlas, because you have to start somewhere, and if lots of people are saying a book is great, you start to believe them. And it is great, beautifully written, very intricate, with seven different 'layers' of story all interweaving into one big saga. Most people know the novel, or the film, which was less good but still nice. Then I read The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet, which is about a Dutchman living in Decima in Japan. This novel doesn't have the whole 'separate stories making up one bigger story', but that is a good thing, because it lets you focus on how great the actual writing is. The sentences are very well-constructed, with lots of imagery and metaphor; it is almost poetic. Which meant that I'd become hooked, and that I had to read his three earlier novels too, while waiting for a new one to come out.
His 'earlier' novels, before he became really famous for Cloud Atlas, are Ghostwritten, number9dream, and Black Swan Green, and I read them in that order (although Black Swan Green was published after Cloud Atlas, it never go the same amount of attention, weirdly enough). I've done the same with Ian McEwan's novels after 'discovering' him with Atonement and Saturday, and I think this is a great way to get to know an author, see how they've developed with regards to themes and characters, but also the things that really show their style, who they are as an author. Ghostwritten follows a slightly similar pattern as Cloud Atlas, only less complicated and well-developed: it travels through various countries and characters in various chapters, as the protagonist 'moves' through different people. You can definitely see his style as an author and his way of combining different stories into one, and the mystical elements that become part of all of his novels, but this is clearly a 'first novel'. Then in number9dream and Black Swan Green, we follow the live of a young, teenage male protagonist during a difficult period in their lives. number9dream is set in Japan, and it is a coming-of-age story in which a boy searches for his long-lost father, getting further entrenched in the Japanese underground world. In this novel, there a strong sense of imagination; some scenes don't really happen, but just take place inside the head of the main character as he ponders his options. It is sometimes confusing to read, but very nicely done, and it keeps you as a reader on your toes.
And then there is Black Swan Green. In this, we follow 13-year-old Jason for one year, from January to December 1982, and experience one (or sometimes several) day of each month through his eyes. The chapters begin and end quite suddenly, so you sometimes don't really know what happend until someone mentions something in a later chapter, and some things you never really find out. Which is okay, because again the writing is some of the most beautiful I've ever written (Jason is a poet, after all) and the scenes just take on a magical atmosphere of their own. What happens, really, is nothing out of the ordinary for a 13-year-old in the early 1980s, but because of Mitchell's style, it becomes almost fairytale-like to read. Also, I've just found out that it's semi-autobiographical, which gives it a whole extra layer of complexity. In all, I think Black Swan Green may be my favourite Mitchell novel, even ahead of Cloud Atlas.
So Mitchell is great with his (written) language, and his characters are very well-rounded and deep, and his plots are amazing (even when nothing really happens, which is a lot of the time). But there is one final thing that makes his novels so interesting to read; they are all interconnected. Where Marvel has its Marvel Cinematic Universe, with all of their super-hero movies combined into one larger story, so all of Mitchell's novels are also connected. Characters from one novel appear in another, or are referenced to, or there are other connections that you only see when you've read the novels quite carefully. For example, take Mrs. Crommelynck, who teaches Jason about poetry in Black Swan Green. She mentions she is the daughter of a famous composer from Belgium, whose last sextet was actually written by a young man named Frobisher. This sextet, and the character of Frobisher, form a very important part of Cloud Atlas. Then there is the song '#9 Dream' by John Lennon, played in Black Swan Green, but obviously a reference to number9dream. Several other characters, including classmates and teachers of Jason, appear in other novels or short stories by David Mitchell. So all in all, you get the feeling that not only some of his novels consist of several smaller stories making up one bigger story; no, all of his novels combined make up one large David Mitchell universe, with some things actually taking place in this place and time, and some in mysterious pasts, unknown futures, or mystical 'other' worlds very similar to our own. He does count on his readers to be intelligent, attentive, and amazed. Although the novels are just as nice without seeing the connections, it just adds another layer of brilliance.
Luckily for me, his newest novel The Bone Clocks is out already, and waiting on my 'to read' pile (and another novel, Slade House, is said to come out this year). But as with all great writers, I have to take a little break with some other, lighter novels, before I can dive into one of his intricate and beautiful stories again. It is an experience you can't get enough of, but one you should take in small, measured quantities, or all other novels will seem unoriginal, unintelligent, and uninspired by comparison.

Oreo cake

A couple of weeks ago I made an Oreo cheesecake, wondering why I never thought of using Oreos in my baking before. Since a cheesecake technically doesn't involve any baking, I decided to rectify that today by making an Oreo cake.
I've been making plain old cakes since I was really young (it's one of the easiest recipes to remember: 3x 200 grams and 2 eggs, same as in the family recipe apple cake), but usually they turn out quite dry. Adding Oreos to the mixture seems to remedy that, and it tastes great!

Ingredients
200 g butter (softened)
200 g sugar
200 g self-raising (or plain) flower
2 eggs
a teaspoon of lemon zest
half a packet of Oreo cookies (about 12) broken into small pieces

Preheat the oven to 180 degrees, and line the sides of your cake tin with baking parchment.
Now you make this cake like you make any cake: mix the butter and sugar together until they are soft and creamy, add the flower, and then add the eggs one after the other. After adding the eggs, you have to mix continuously for about 4-5 minutes, to get enough air into the mixture for the cake to rise well. This can be really heavy on the hand and wrist, but since I now have my beautiful KitchenAid, I could let the machine do the work for me, and break up the cookies in the meantime.

KitchenAided multitasking.

Add the lemon zest and the Oreos in small quantities, and mix thoroughly so that everything is well-combined (your cake mixture will become somewhat blackish/brownish in colour, which doesn't look that great but means the Oreo taste is spreading its love).
Pour or spoon your mixture into the cake tin and bake for an hour at 180 degrees. My cake was a bit burned at the top, probably because of the really high sugar content. You could probably leave out some of the sugar (use 150 g instead of 200) because the Oreos themselves, especially the white stuff, contain a lot of sugar, but I thought of that after I put it in the oven, so not one of my brighter baking moments.

Slightly scorched cake.

As always, looks can be deceiving, and the taste is actually really really good. You can taste the Oreos, but the lemon zest also comes through quite nicely, and the cake itself is not too sweet. It isn't dry at all, but pretty moist and with a firm crust. And it looks great, almost not-homemade. I dare to say this may be one of the best cakes I made in a long time.

Somehow one slice disappeared before I could take a picture...

All because of the Oreos, of course!