De Amerikaanse schrijver David Leavitt werd geboren in Pittsburgh op 23 juni 1961. Zie ook alle tags voor David Leavitt op dit blog.
Uit: The Two Hotel Francforts
“Hotel rooms were nearly impossible to come by. People were staying up all night at the casino in Estoril, gambling, and sleeping all day on the beach. Yet we were lucky — we had a room, and a comfortable one at that. Yes, it was all right with me.
Not with Julia, though. She loathed Portugal. She loathed the shouting of the fishwives and the smell of the salted cod. She loathed the children who chased her with lottery tickets. She loathed the rich refugees who had rooms at better hotels than ours and the poor refugees who had no rooms at all and the mysterious woman on our floor who spent most of every day leaning out her door into the dark corridor, smoking — “like Messalina waiting for Silius,” Julia aid. But what she loathed most — what she loathed more than any of these — was the prospect of going home.
Oh, how she didn’t want to go home! It had been this way from the beginning. First she had tried to convince me to stay in Paris; then, when the bombs started dropping on Paris, to resettle in the South of France; then, when Mussolini started making noises about invading the South of France, to sail to En gland, which the Neutrality Act forbade us from doing (for which she would not forgive Roo se velt). And now she wanted to stay on in Portugal. Portugal!
I should mention — I can mention, since Julia is dead now and cannot stop me — that my wife was Jewish, a fact she preferred to keep under wraps. And it is true, in Portugal there was no anti- Semitism to speak of, quite simply because there were no Jews. The Inquisition had taken care of that little problem. And so she had decided that this country in which she was so disinclined to spend a few weeks would be a perfectly agreeable place to sit out the rest of the war. For she had sworn, when we had settled in Paris fifteen years before, that she would never go home again as long as she lived.
Well, she never did.“
David Leavitt (Pittsburgh, 23 juni 1961)