Uit: The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas

“Mother had walked into her own bedroom by then but Lars, the butler, was in there, packing her things too. She sighed and threw her hands in the air in frustration before marching back to the staircase, followed by Bruno, who wasn't going to let the matter drop without an explanation.

'Mother,' he insisted. 'What's going on? Are we moving?' 'Come downstairs with me,' said Mother, leading the way towards the large dining room where the Fury had been to dinner the week before. 'We'll talk down there.' Bruno ran downstairs and even passed her out on the staircase so that he was waiting in the dining room when she arrived. He looked at her without saying anything for a moment and thought to himself that she couldn't have applied her make-up correctly that morning because the rims of her eyes were more red than usual, like his own after he'd been causing chaos and got into trouble and ended up crying. 'Now, you don't have to worry, Bruno,' said Mother, sitting down in the chair where the beautiful blonde woman who had come to dinner with the Fury had sat and waved at him when Father closed the doors. 'In fact if anything it's going to be a great adventure.' 'What is?' he asked. 'Am I being sent away?' 'No, not just you,' she said, looking as if she might smile for a moment but thinking better of it. 'We all are. Your father and I, Gretel and you. All four of us.' Bruno thought about this and frowned. He wasn't particularly bothered if Gretel was being sent away because she was a Hopeless Case and caused nothing but trouble for him. But it seemed a little unfair that they all had to go with her. 'But where?' he asked. 'Where are we going exactly? Why can't we stay here?' 'Your father's job,' explained Mother. 'You know how important it is, don't you?'”

John Boyne (Dublin, 30 april 1971)

De Europees-Amerikaanse schrijver David Zane Mairowitz werd geboren op 30 april 1943 in New York. Hij studeerde Engelse literatuurgeschiedenis en filosofie aan Hunter College, New York en theaterwetenschappen aan de University of California in Berkeley. In 1966 verhuisde hij naar Engeland, waar hij werkte als journalist en zelfstandig schrijver. Zijn hoorspelen werden op talrijke Europese radiostations uitgezonden.

Uit: Kafka

„No writer of our time, and probably none since Shakespeare, has been so widely over-interpreted and pigeon-holed. Jean-Paul Sartre claimed him for Existentialism, Camus saw him as an Absurdist, his lifelong friend and editor, Max Brod, convinced several generations of scholars that his parables were part of an elaborate quest for an unreachable God.

Because his novels The Trial and The Castle deal with the inaccessibility of higher authority, “Kafkaesque” has come to be associated with the faceless bureaucratic infrastructure which the highly efficient Austro- Hungarian Empire bequeathed the Western world. In any case, it is an adjective that takes on almost mythic proportions in our time, irrevocably tied to fantasies of doom and gloom, ignoring the intricate Jewish Joke that weaves itself through the bulk of Kafka’s work. Before ever becoming the Adjective, Franz Kafka (1883-1924) was a Jew from Prague, born into its inescapable tradition of storytellers and fantasists, ghetto-dwellers and eternal refugees. His Prague, “a little mother” with “claws,” was a place that suffocated him, but where he nonetheless chose to live all but the last eight months of his life.

Prague, at the time of Kafka’s birth in 1883, was still part of the Hapsburg Empire in Bohemia, where numerous nationalities, languages and political and social orientations intermingled and coexisted, for better or worse. For someone like Kafka, a Czech-born German-speaker, who was really neither Czech nor German, forming a clear cultural identity was no easy matter.“

David Zane Mairowitz (New York, 30 april 1943)

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De Amerikaanse schrijfster Annie Dillard werd geboren op 30 april 1945 in Pittsburgh. Zie ook mijn blog van 30 april 2007 en ook mijn blog van 30 april 2008.

Uit: For the Time Being

“The Talmud specifies a certain blessing a man says when he sees a person deformed from birth. All the Talmudic blessings begin "Blessed art Thou, O Lord, our God, King of the Universe, who . . .". The blessing for this occasion, upon seeing a hunchback or a midget or anyone else deformed from birth, is "Blessed art Thou, O Lord, our God, King of the Universe, WHO CHANGES THE CREATURES."

A chromosome crosses or a segment snaps, in the egg or the sperm, and all sorts of people result. You cannot turn a page in Smith's Recognizable Patterns of Human Malformation [[ital]] without your heart pounding from simple terror. You cannot brace yourself. Will this peculiar baby live? What do you hope? The writer calls the paragraph describing each defect's effects, treatment, and prognosis "Natural History." Here is a little girl about two years old. She is wearing a dress with a polka-dot collar. The two sides of her face do not meet normally. Her eyes are far apart, and under each one is a nostril. She has no nose at all, only a no-man's-land of featureless flesh and skin, an inch or two wide, that roughly bridges her face's halves. You pray that this grotesque-looking child is mentally deficient as well. But she is not. "Normal intelligence," the text says.

Of some vividly disfigured infants and children--of the girl who has long hair on her cheeks and almost no lower jaw, of the three-fingered boy whose lower eyelids look as if he is pulling them down to scare someone, of the girl who has a webbed neck and elbows, "rocker-bottom" feet, "sad, fixed features," and no chin--the text says, "Intelligence normal. Cosmetic surgery recommended."

Annie Dillard (Pittsburgh, 30 april 1945)

De Amerikaanse schrijfster Barbara Seranella werd geboren op 30 april 1956 in Santa Monica. Zie ook mijn blog van 30 april 2008.

Uit: No Man Standing

“Becker closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his mouth, giving his senses a break. He had seen death before, but this one made him check his gag reflex. Murder was one thing. People get mad, lose control, snap or whatever, and kill someone. It happened every day, every minute of the day somewhere, probably. But what kind of a human was capable of committing such extreme torture? That he would never fathom. Maybe he was old-fashioned, but the fact that the victim was a woman made this cruelty even worse. He flexed his own undamaged hands, unwillingly imagining the ache of having his fingers cracked like wishbones. "Let's get to work," he said. “

Barbara Seranella (30 april 1956 - 21 januari 2007)

De Tsjechische schrijver Jaroslav Hašek werd geboren op 30 april 1883 in Praag. Zie voor onderstaande schrijver ook mijn blog van 30 april 2007.

Uit: Fateful Adventures of the Good Soldier Švejk (Vertaald door Cecil Parrott)

„And the State police Station Chief, looking at the pages of his report, flashed a smile of vindication and pulled out of his desk the secret circular from the State police Headquarters of the Land in Prague marked with the customary ‘Strictly Confidential’ and read through it one more time:

"All State police stations are under strict orders to monitor with immeasurably increased alertness all persons passing through the area. The redeployment of our troops in eastern Galicia has brought about that some Russian military detachments, having crossed the Carpathians, have assumed positions in the interior of our Empire, whereby the front has been shifted deeper toward the west of the Monarchy. This new situation has allowed Russian spies, given the mobility of the front, deeper penetration into the territory of our Monarchy, especially into Silesia and Moravia, from where, according to confidential reports, a large number of Russian intelligence operatives have set out for Bohemia. It has been determined that among them there are many Russian Czechs educated at the Russian military staff colleges who, having perfect mastery of the Czech language, seem to be especially dangerous spies since they can and certainly will conduct treasonous propaganda among the Czech populace. The Land Headquarters therefore orders the apprehension and detention of all suspects and above all increased vigilance in those areas where nearby there are garrisons, military centers and stations with military transport trains passing through. The detained are to be subjected to an immediate search and transported to the next higher authority."

Jaroslav Hašek (30 april 1883–3 januari 1923)