Joost de Vries

De Nederlandse schrijver Joost de Vries werd geboren op 28 maart 1983 in Alkmaar. Hij studeerde journalistiek en geschiedenis aan de Universiteit Utrecht. Vanaf het jaar 2005 schrijft hij voor De Groene Amsterdammen over literatuur en in 2007 versterkte hij de redeactie van het weekblad, waar hij werkte als kunstredacteur. Tegenwoordig schrijft hij ook nog voor De Gids en Tirade en heeft hij in op dinsdag een eigen column. Zijn eerste boek en tot op heden enigste boek Clausewitz kwam in 2010 uit. Dit boek werd genomineerd voor de Selexyz Debuutprijs en ook ontving De Vries een C.C.S. Cronestipendium voor Clausewitz.

Uit: Clausewitz (Vertaald door Liz Waters)

“My doctoral research was still only a few months old when I happened upon a little book in a flea market in the south of France and immediately decided to plagiarize it.
On the black dust jacket was written in small white letters Les politiques de FLF. Aside from that there was nothing on the front or the back. Quite why I’d picked it up I didn’t know, since although I’d been professionally engaged with the prose of Ferdynand LeFebvre for six months by then, I’d never heard anyone refer to him by anything so familiar as ‘FLF’. I quickly leafed through to the title page, where the subject was rendered more explicitly as Les politiques de Ferdynand LeFebvre.
Underneath was the name of the author: Pierre-Marc Brissot. It meant nothing to me, but given that I hadn’t yet taken proper hold of my research project, that might have been a bibliographical oversight on my part. The book seemed to have the same chapter breakdown as I was planning to use.I couldn’t see the name of a publisher, and the way the text was laid out, simply, soberly, led me to suspect it was a hobbyist’s project. I felt hotter and hotter. I did find a year of publication, 1989, and saw that Mr
Brissot had dedicated the text to the memory of his beloved wife Jeanette, 21 May 1921–14 May 1988. I could picture this Mr Brissot, an elderly, bald academic, slumped in a chair beside his dying wife’s hospital bed, his head full of the camouflaged political messages of Ferdynand LeFebvre.
When I noticed that the book had the very subtitle I was intending to give my dissertation, Sleuth on the steppe, a feeling crept over me of having slipped through a hole in time into a parallel universe where I had a firm grip on my own future. I paid (four euros) and took the book back with me to my parents’ holiday home.”

Joost de Vries (Alkmaar, 28 maart 1983)