Two Stories

Prima la Musica Gerrit had been drinking and he walked home along the canal, singing loudly. First he sang, with a catch in his throat, a hit song that had been playing in the bar and was still sounding in his ears, then a children’s song that always made him feel sad though he didn’t…

‘Deeper, Deeper, to the Bottom, Paula’

The Prose of Mensje van Keulen A middle-aged lover of literature asked to place Mensje van Keulen in time would probably think of the seventies, a period long past but still very much alive in literary terms. It is time we re-evaluated certain writers of the period torn to pieces in Jeroen Brouwers’ defamatory pamphlet…