Alan Hollinghurst, Radwa Ashour, Hugo Raes, Maxwell Bodenheim, Isabella Nadolny

 

De Britse schrijver Alan Hollinghurst werd geboren op 26 mei 1954 in Stoud, Gloucestershire. Zie ook alle tags voor Alan Hollinghurst op dit blog.

 

Uit: The Line of Beauty

 

“When Gerald had won Barwick, which was Nick’s home constituency, the arrangement was jovially hailed as having the logic of poetry, or fate.

Gerald and Rachel were still in France, and Nick found himself almost resenting their return at the end of the month. The housekeeper came in early each morning, to prepare the day’s meals, and Gerald’s secretary, with sunglasses on top of her head, looked in to deal with the imposing volume of post. The gardener announced himself by the roar of the mower outside an open window. Mr Duke, the handyman (His Grace, as the family called him), was at work on various bits of maintenance. And Nick was in residence, and almost, he felt, in possession. He loved coming home to Kensington Park Gardens in the early evening, when the wide treeless street was raked by the sun, and the two white terraces stared at each other with the glazed tolerance of rich neighbours. He loved letting himself in at the three-locked green front door, and locking it again behind him, and feeling the still security of the house as he looked into the red-walled dining room, or climbed the stairs to the double drawing room, and up again past the half-open doors of the white bedrooms. The first flight of stairs, fanning out into the hall, was made of stone; the upper flights had the confidential creak of oak. He saw himself leading someone up them, showing the house to a new friend, to Leo perhaps, as if it was really his own, or would be one day: the pictures, the porcelain, the curvy French furniture so different from what he’d been brought up with. In the dark polished wood he was partnered by reflections as dim as shadows. He’d taken the chance to explore the whole house, from the wedge-shaped attic cupboards to the basement junk room, a dim museum in itself, referred to by Gerald as the trou de gloire. Above the drawingroom fireplace there was a painting by Guardi, a capriccio of Venice in a gilt rococo frame; on the facing wall were two large gilt-framed mirrors. Like his hero Henry James, Nick felt that he could ‘stand a great deal of gilt’.

 

 


Scene uit de tv-serie „The Line of Beauty“ uit 2006

 

 

Sometimes Toby would have come back, and there would be loud music in the drawing room; or he was in his father’s study at the back of the house making international phone calls and having a gin-and-tonic – all this done not in defiance of his parents but in rightful imitation of their own freedoms in the place. He would go into the garden and pull his shirt off impatiently and sprawl in a deckchair reading the sport in the Telegraph. Nick would see him from the balcony and go down to join him, slightly breathless, knowing Toby quite liked his rower’s body to be looked at. It was the easy charity of beauty. They would have a beer and Toby would say, ‘My sis all right? Not too mad, I hope,’ and Nick would say, ‘She’s fine, she’s fine,’ shielding his eyes from the dropping August sun, and smiling back at him with reassurance, among other unguessed emotions.”

 

 

 

Alan Hollinghurst (Stoud, 26 mei 1954)

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Vítězslav Nezval, Ivan O. Godfroid, Edmond De Goncourt, Mary Wortley Montagu, Machteld Brands

 

De Tsjechische dichter en vertaler Vítezslav Nezval werd geboren op 26 mei 1900 in Biskoupky. Zie ook alle tags voor Vítězslav Nezval op dit blog.

 

 

Fireworks 1924, A Cinemagenic Poem (Fragment)

 

the detective while choosing a magazine stares deep into the lady’s eyes (medium close shot)
the lady getting up (full shot)
the detective grabs his heart & sinks down to the floor (fade out)
a crowd of guests & waiters
the lady puts a handkerchief on the detective’s head
(close-up) the detective’s hand picking a photo & 2 tram tickets from the lady’s bag
in the fields the hare is pricking up its ears
a railway station where a train is being boarded
a gentleman with monocle at ticket counter
a hand plugging lines in at the phone exchange
the detective makes a call while staring at the tram ticket
index finger in the book
the tram ticket held in two hands as it grows in size till it dissolves into
the image of the tram (interior)
the dispatcher in his office struggling to recall something (medium close shot)
presses his index finger to his forehead (full shot)
& gives a smile (medium close shot)
giving a large banknote to the gentleman with the monocle seated beside the lady in the tram
a maze of telegraph wires
a postal clerk pondering a telegram
a lookout post in front of which there stands a yardman
the yardman runs into the lookout
a corridor inside the train down which the man with monocle is passing
he is entering the toilet
dumping his revolver
his pocket watch
(fade out) in the dark a sign HOTEL

 

 

 

Vertaald door Jerome Rothenberg en Milos Sovak

 

 

 


Vítězslav Nezval (26 mei 1900 – 6 april 1958)

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