In Memoriam Edmund White
De Amerikaanse schrijver en essayist Edmund White is afgelopen dinsdag, 3 juni, op 85-jarige leeftijd gestorven. Edmund White werd geboren op 13 januari 1940 in Cincinnati. Zie ook alle tags voor Edmund White op dit blog.
Uit: Jack Holmes and His Friend
“Jack had feared that his father would oppose his studying Chinese art history but no, he thought that China was the future and Jack was smart to be out ahead. What Jack didn’t bother to tell his father was that he was studying mid-Ching painting and classical Chinese and that he had no interest in mastering contemporary conversational Mandarin. Nor did he much want to visit China; the land of his dreams lay entirely in the past. He took a few conversation classes to throw his father off his scent, but he was too embarrassed by the strange tonal sounds to be able to speak the language out loud. He did help one of his teachers translate a history of Buddhist art written in classical Chinese.
Jack was a tall, rangy guy with stomach muscles as hard as a turtle’s shell. His straight hair was called dirty-blond, but in fact he kept it squeaky-clean with Breck shampoo, though he knew that product was for women. Girls who liked him said he had a “boy-next-door look,” but if they really liked him, they said they could imagine him as the pitcher on a baseball team. Any hint of praise or interest in him made him perk up foolishly (which he instantly regretted). He wondered if he’d been undernoticed by his strange parents.
In boarding school, the boys had watched movies on Saturday evenings with girls from their sister school. The boys, especially the boarders, were as awkward as monks around women, and it was hard to convince them to talk to their guests during the cookie-and-cider reception after the projection. The day boys, who usually weren’t around on weekends, were a lot more relaxed when they happened to attend. They treated women as if they were members of the same species at least, whereas the boarders gulped and turned funny colors and jabbed each other in the ribs, almost as if a girl were something like a newly purchased thoroughbred horse, valuable but hard to ride.
Jack got along with girls and boys because he was a classic “good guy.” He had a way of addressing a total stranger with a highly specific, off beat question. Standing in front of a student photo exhibit, he might say to a stranger, without any introduction, “You can tell all these pictures were taken by the same person, can’t you? They all look like people in the 1930s.” Odd as the approach might be, it required nothing from his interlocutor but an opinion. It suggested they’d known each other forever.”
Edmund White (13 januari 1940 – 3 juni 2025)
