25-08-17

Martin Amis, Kees Stip, Howard Jacobson, Charles Wright, Maxim Biller, Frederick Forsyth, Jògvan Isaksen, Johann Gottfried von Herder, Thea Astley

 

De Engelse schrijver Martin Amis werd geboren op 25 augustus 1949 in Cardiff, South Wales. Zie ook alle tags voor Martin Amis op dit blog en ook mijn blog van 25 augustus 2010.

Uit: Het interessegebied (Vertaald door Janneke van der Meulen)

“Ik was niet onbekend met de bliksemflits; ik was niet onbekend met de donderslag. Benijdenswaardig ervaren in deze zaken, was ik niet onbekend met de wolkbreuk – de wolkbreuk, en daarna de zonneschijn en de regenboog.
Ze kwam terug uit de oude stad met haar twee dochters, en ze bevonden zich al een flink eind binnen het Interessegebied. Een lange laan – haast wel een zuilengang – strekte zich uitnodigend voor hen uit, omzoomd door esdoorns, waarvan de takken en het gelobde loof zich hoog in de lucht met elkaar verstrengelden. Een namiddag hartje zomer, met miniem glinsterende muggen... Mijn notitieboekje lag opengeslagen op een boomstronk, en een lichte bries neusde nieuwsgierig door de bladzijden.
Lang, breedgebouwd, welgevuld en toch lichtvoetig, in een geschulpte, enkellange witte jurk, met een zachtgele strohoed met een zwart lint op en zwaaiend met een strooien tas (de meisjes, eveneens in het wit, droegen ook een strohoed en een strooien tas), bewoog ze zich in en uit vlagen donzige, geelbruine, leeuwachtige warmte. Ze lachte – hoofd in de nek, gespannen hals. Parallel aan haar hield ik gelijke tred, in mijn sobere tweed jasje en gekeperde pantalon, met mijn klembord en vulpen.
Nu stak het drietal de oprit van de manege over. Terwijl haar kinderen plagerig om haar heen dartelden, passeerde ze de decoratieve windmolen, de meiboom, de galg met drie wielen, het trekpaard dat losjes was vastgemaakt aan de ijzeren waterpomp, en liep toen verder.
Het Ka Zet in, Ka Zet I in.
Er gebeurde iets bij die eerste aanblik. Bliksem, donder, wolkbreuk, zonneschijn, regenboog – de meteorologie van de eerste aanblik.
Haar naam was Hannah – mevrouw Hannah Doll.
In de officiersclub, gezeten op een paardenharen sofa, omringd door bronzen paardentuig en paardenprenten en onder het genot van ersatzkoffie (koffie voor paarden) zei ik tegen Boris Eltz, met wie ik al mijn leven lang bevriend was: ‘Heel even was ik weer jong. Het leek wel liefde.’

 

 
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25-08-15

Martin Amis, Howard Jacobson, Charles Wright, Maxim Biller, Frederick Forsyth, Jògvan Isaksen, Johann Gottfried von Herder

 

De Engelse schrijver Martin Amis werd geboren op 25 augustus 1949 in Cardiff, South Wales. Zie ook alle tags voor Martin Amis op dit blog en ook mijn blog van 25 augustus 2010.

Uit: Denton's Death

“Suddenly Denton realized that there would be three of them, that they would come after dark, that their leader would have his own key, and that they would be calm and deliberate, confident that they had all the time they needed to do what had to be done. He knew that they would be courtly, deferential, urbane - whatever state he happened to be in when they arrived - and that he would be allowed to make himself comfortable; perhaps he would even be offered a last cigarette. He never seriously doubted that he would warm to and admire all three at once, and wish only that he could have been their friend. He knew that they used a machine. As if prompted by some special hindsight, Denton thought often and poignantly about the moment when the leader would consent to take his hand as the machine began to work. He knew that they were out there already, seeing people, making telephone calls; and he knew that they must be very expensive.
At first, he took a lively, even rather self-important interest in the question of who had hired the men and their machine. Who would bother to do this to him? There was his brother, a huge exhausted man whom Denton had never liked or disliked or felt close to or threatened by in any way: they had quarreled recently over the allotment of their dead mothers goods, and Denton had in fact managed to secure a few worthless extras at his brothers expense; but this was just one more reason why his brother could never afford to do this to him. There was a man at the office whose life Denton had probably ruined: having bullied his friend into assisting him with a routine office theft, Denton told all to his superiors, claiming that he had used duplicity merely to test his colleague (Denton's firm not only dismissed the man — they also, to Denton's mild alarm, successfully prosecuted him for fraud); but someone whose life you could ruin so easily wouldn't have the determination to do this to him.”

 

 
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25-08-14

Martin Amis, Charles Wright, Maxim Biller, Frederick Forsyth, Jògvan Isaksen, Johann Gottfried von Herder, Thea Astley

 

De Engelse schrijver Martin Amis werd geboren op 25 augustus 1949 in Cardiff, South Wales. Zie ook alle tags voor Martin Amis op dit blog en ook mijn blog van 25 augustus 2010.

Uit: Money

“I’d better give you the lowdown on Selina — and quick. That hot bitch, what am I letting her do to me?
Like many girls (I reckon), and especially those of the small, supple, swervy, bendy, bed-smart variety, Selina lives her life in hardened fear of assault, molestation and rape. The world has ravished her often enough in the past, and she thinks the world wants to ravish her again. Lying between the sheets, or propped at my side during long and anxious journeys in the Fiasco, or seated across the table in the deep lees of high-tab dinners, Selina has frequently refreshed me with tales of insult and violation from her childhood and teenage years — a musk-breathing, toffee-offering sicko on the common, the toolshed interrogations of sweat-soaked parkies, some lumbering retard in the alley or the lane, right up to the narcissist photographers and priapic prop-boys who used to cruise her at work, and now the scowling punks, soccer trogs and bus-stop boogies malevolently lining the streets and more or less constantly pinching her ass or flicking her tits and generally making no bones about the things they need to do… It must be tiring knowledge, the realization that half the members of the planet, one on one, can do what the hell they like with you.
And it must be extra tough on a girl like Selina, whose appearance, after many hours at the mirror, is a fifty—fifty compromise between the primly juvenile and the grossly provocative. Her tastes are strictly High Street too, with frank promise of brothelly knowhow and top-dollar underwear. I’ve followed Selina down the strip, when we’re shopping, say, and she strolls on ahead, wearing sawn-off jeans and a wash-withered T-shirt, or a frilly frock measuring the brink of her russety thighs, or a transparent coating of gossamer, like a condom, or an abbreviated school uniform … The men wince and watch, wince and watch. They buckle and half turn away. They shut their eyes and clutch their nuts. And sometimes, when they see me cruise up behind my little friend and slip an arm around her trim and muscular waist, they look at me as if to say — Do something about it, will you ? Don’t let her go about the place looking like that. Come on, it’s your responsibility.»

 


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