De Vlaamse dichter, schrijver en kunstschilder Louis Paul Boon werd geboren in Aalst op 15 maart 1912. Zie ook alle tags voor Louis Paul Boon op dit blog.
Uit: Chapel Road (Vertaald door Adrienne Dixon)
“The old hunchback meets you in chapel road, he stops, because I want to have a word with you, he says: I hear you’ve written a story about our chapel road and that now you want to leave us and live in a cottage in the country; well now, your life’s all wrong, just as your story is bound to be all wrong as well … living in a cottage far from the world is no life … and a book about chapel road is no book … if I were to write a book it would be like this: it’s something very old which my late mother told me when I was a child: a poor but beautiful girl is orphaned and the workhouse sends her to be fostered with a farmer, as they used to do, and she grows up and becomes even more beautiful than she was before, and the son of the notary or the burgomaster falls in love with her but he’s got to go and study at the youniversity, to be a doctor, and he becomes a doctor and he marries a rich lady and the beautiful girl has a child from him and is held in contempt by everyone and she gives her child away at the convent, she puts it on a plank and the plank moves away and she’s lost her child forever, maybe she sheds a tear or two, and goes outside, and then begins her life as a poor but beautiful fallen girl; later she gets The Disease and she’s got to go to hospital and she’s going to die and at her death bed are the priest and the doctor and the doctor is her lover, he can tell from the ring he put on her finger long ago, and he asks what happened to our child and she replies that she left it at the convent of the sisters of saint dromedary, and the priest says: I’m your son because I was the child that was left in the convent of the sisters of saint dromedary. Here the hunchback stops and looks at you, because this is the novel he would write; of course, a bit spun out and padded to make it longer he says. You see? that dying woman who was a poor but beautiful girl, and at her deathbed the doctor and the priest who should have been her husband and her son … that would have been a proper book, but your book won’t be a proper book, there’ll be nothing in it about life AS IT REALLY IS.”
Louis Paul Boon (15 maart 1912 – 10 mei 1979)