Two Extracts

Hands over my ears ‘Can I have another vodka and orange?’ asked Carla. ‘No,’ I said. ‘I’m off home then.’ ‘Fine.’ ‘Are you coming?’ ‘Maybe. I haven’t finished my whisky and coke.’ ‘OK, I’ll wait.’ She waited while I took my time. ‘I thumped someone tonight,’ I said as I drank, ‘for no reason, just…

‘Nothing worthwhile ever happens, except maybe some acts of consolation’

Literature according to Herman Brusselmans Herman Brusselmans, the self-proclaimed Handsome Young Jupiter of Flemish literature, is nothing if not prolific. Since his debut in 1982 he has published two books a year with clockwork regularity and his total production now exceeds thirty titles. His first effort, a collection of stories, was not an immediate hit, but in the novels…

It’s a Matter of Awareness

An Extract from Herman Brusselmans’ Diary of a Weary Egoist Today I smoked about sixty cigarettes, I think — well, probably a few more. Exactly how many, I don’t know. Since the day I smoked exactly sixty-four (the seventh of January 1987), I’ve given up counting. I don’t count the drink any more either. I’ve…