#4254 simple news

photo: Vanuatu fruit and veggies pickers at the Saturday market, spreading joy.

Nelson town center has been a noisy and inconvenient construction site for over six months, and nothing will change until July (?) 2027. What hasn’t changed, fortunately, is the Saturday morning market, still enjoyable, thanks in part to the musicians, amateur or not, who come to add some atmosphere to Saturday shopping. For some time now, the fruit and vegetable pickers from Vanuatu, show up at the market around ten in the morning with their instruments and spread joy all around them. It’s absolutely impossible not to smile when approaching their small group. Later, you’ll spot them at the doors of hcarity shops and other second-hand stores where they’ll spend the money earned to find something that will please all the members of their family. I get emotional every time, seeing that people who have so little (by our Western standards) manage to spread so much joy around them.

#4254 nouvelles ordinaires

photo: les cueilleurs de fruits et de légumes du Vanuatu semant la joie au marché du samedi matin

Le centre de Nelson est un chantier de construction bruyant et inconvénient depuis plus de six mois et rien ne changera  avant Juillet (?) 2027.Ce qui n’a pas changé, heureusement, c’est le marché du samedi matin,  toujours agréable, grâce en partie aux musiciens, amateurs ou non, qui viennent ajouter de l’ambiance aux achats du samedi. Depuis quelque temps, les cueilleurs de fruits et de légumes, qui viennent du Vanuatu, se pointent au marché autour de dix heures du matin avec leurs instruments  et font exploser la joie autour d’eux. Absolument impossible de ne pas sourire en approchant leur petit groupe. Plus tard, on les croisera aux portes des “charity shops” et autres commerces de seconde main où ils dépenseront l’argent gagné à trouver quelque chose qui plaira à tous les membres de leur famille. Je suis émue à chaque fois, de  constater que des gens qui ont si peu (selon nos critères occidentaux) arrivent à diffuser autant de joie autour d’eux.

#4252 What I have read

photo: it is spring in Nelson

Briefly, a few books I’ve read and liked recently (I won’t mention the ones I didn’t enjoy). These books have in common that they are well-written and I bought them all at the used book fair in June, where I return them after reading.


Ian McEwan. The Children Act. A fairly short book that plunges the reader into the mind of a female judge who makes decisions about minors in family disputes. One particular case seeps into her personal life. A book that touches our humanity and helps us understand the decision-making process in these delicate cases.


Jonathan Franzen. Purity*. A young woman searches for her father; an East German man living in South America has a rather questionable past; a journalist has a complicated love life, all against a backdrop of reflections on traditional media and Internet activists. Over five hundred pages of pleasant-to-read writing, which could nonetheless have used a slight editing.

Julian Barnes. Elizabeth Finch. The most French of British authors plays along with philosophy, through Elizabeth Finch, an academic (inspired by Anita Brookner), who gets in legal trouble (one can guess which newspaper Julian Barnes is drawing on) after a lecture for the London Book Reviews. The narrator is one of her students, who speaks about this woman with affection and respect, but also about Julian the Apostate, a Roman Emperor who ruled from 361 to 363 and turned away from Christianity for the gods of paganism. Elizabeth Finch’s student and friend philosophises at length in a very French way on this theme and wonders what might have happened a few centuries later if Julian had ruled for thirty years instead of three.

Russell Banks. Foregone*. I haven’t finished this book yet, but Russell Banks’ writing already charms me, as does the story of a Canadian-American filmmaker on the brink of death, who has accepted to answer questions about his life in a documentary before the curtain falls. He fled the United States to escape the Vietnam War, and it is from Montreal that he dives into his memories of New England.


*The English title was kept in the French version.

My poetic journey through words and image/ Mon journal poetique a travers les mots et les images