Amsterdam: A Traveler's Literary CompanionManfred Wolf Whereabouts Press, 2001 - 238 páginas Travel to one of the most dynamic cities in the world in the company of its finest writers. The stories in this volume will take you on a personal odyssey through the city's rich past to its dynamic present. Arranged by the areas of Amsterdam they illuminate, these stories offer up a rich literary banquet to the traveler who wishes to experience the character and soul of this great city. Join better-known Dutch writers such as Harry Mulisch and Cees Nooteboom, along with those whose writing appears in English here for the first time, as they lead you along the canals, through the neighborhoods, and from the past to the present in this rare collection of twentieth-century Dutch literature. Contributors include Cees Nooteboom, J.J. Voskuil, Simon Carmiggelt, J. Bernlef, Martin Bril, Remco Campert, Marion Bloem, Maarten 't Hart, Geert Mak, Hermine Landvreugd, Gerrit Komrij, Bas Heijne, Lizzy Sara May, Gerard Reve, Marga Minco, Harry Mulisch, and Hafid Bouazza. |
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... looked at the empty walls but simply couldn't get down to work . Kookie had gone to the Pyrenees with a girl- friend . Now and then he phoned Art Incorporated , but no one answered or he got an answering machine on which Marion ...
... looked at the empty walls but simply couldn't get down to work . Kookie had gone to the Pyrenees with a girl- friend . Now and then he phoned Art Incorporated , but no one answered or he got an answering machine on which Marion ...
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... looked at my father . But he had started talking about a certain Goudsmit and offered Mr. Cohen a cigarette , which the latter refused with a grimace : " I smoke only cigars . " As unobtrusively as possible I crept away from the win ...
... looked at my father . But he had started talking about a certain Goudsmit and offered Mr. Cohen a cigarette , which the latter refused with a grimace : " I smoke only cigars . " As unobtrusively as possible I crept away from the win ...
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... looked at the house where he had lived for more than twenty years . Lace curtains in front of the windows , potted plants , a flower box . The wood had been painted brown . It used to be white , he thought , but he wasn't sure . It left ...
... looked at the house where he had lived for more than twenty years . Lace curtains in front of the windows , potted plants , a flower box . The wood had been painted brown . It used to be white , he thought , but he wasn't sure . It left ...
Contenido
J J Voskuil Sunday Morning | 9 |
Martin Bril Café Walem | 40 |
Marion Bloem A Pounding Heart | 80 |
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Términos y frases comunes
afternoon Amsterdam Apolline artist asked Aunt Jaanne Aunt Sissy café called canals Cees Nooteboom Centraal Station coffee cousins dark door Drijver drink Dutch everything eyes face father feel felt fifty guilders film front gallery Geert Mak Gerard Reve girl glass gone Groenewei guilders Haarlem hair hand head hear heard Inse inside Jodenbreestraat knew Kookie later laughing legs Lepelstraat light looked Maarten t Hart Manfred Wolf Marion MARION BLOEM morning mother neighbors never Nico night nodded once Onno Mulder Otto paintings play poem poet pulled red-light district Remco Campert Rokin Rosa Simon Carmiggelt sitting someone stay stood street talk there's things thought told Tony took town tram turned wait walked wall wanted watch window woman words Yeah young