De Noorse schrijfster Linn Karin Beate Ullmann werd geboren op 9 augustus 1966 in Oslo. Zie ook mijn blog van 9 augustus 2007 en ook mijn blog van 9 augustus 2008 en ook mijn blog van 9 augustus 2009en ook mijn blog van 9 augustus 2010.
Uit: A Blessed Child
“The Road
In the winter of 2005, Erika went to see her father, Isak Lövenstad. The journey was taking longer than expected, and she felt a strong urge to turn around and drive back to Oslo, but she pressed on, keeping her mobile phone on the seat beside her so she could ring him at any time and say that the visit was off. That she wasnt coming after all. That they would have to do it another time. She could say it was because of the weather, the heavy snowfall. The change of plan would have been a great relief to both of them.
Isak was eighty-four years old and lived by himself in a white limestone house on Hammarsö, an island off the east coast of Sweden. A specialist in gynecology, he had made his name as one of the pioneers of ultrasound. Now in retirement, he was in good health and his days passed pleasantly. All his basic needs were met by Simona, a lifelong resident of the island. Simona saw to it that he had a hot lunch and dinner every day; she gave the house a thorough weekly cleaning; she shopped, dusted, and did his laundry, of which there was not much. She also helped him with his annual income tax return and payments. Isak still had all his teeth, but in the past year he had developed a cataract in his right eye. He said it was like looking at the world through water.
Isak and Simona rarely talked to each other. Both preferred it that way.
After a long, full life in Stockholm and Lund, Isak had moved to Hammarsö for good. The house had stood empty for twelve years, during which time he had more than once considered selling it. Instead he decided to sell his flats in Stockholm and Lund and spend the rest of his life as an islander. Simona, whom Isak had hired back in the early seventies to help Rosa take care of the house (in spite of knowing that Rosa was the kind of woman, quite different from his previous wife and mistresses, who rarely needed help with anything, and especially not with the house, which by Rosa was kept to perfection), insisted that he allow her to take him in hand and cut his hair regularly.”
Linn Ullmann (Oslo, 9 augustus 1966)
De Australische schrijfster Pamela Lyndon Travers werd als Helen Lyndon Goff op 9 augustus 1899 geboren in Maryborough in Australië. Zie ook mijn blog van 9 augustus 2009 en ook mijn blog van 9 augustus 2010.
Uit: Mary Poppins
“Ha!” said Mr. Banks, drawing in his head very quickly. “Admiral’s telescope says East Wind. I thought as much. There is frost in my bones. I shall wear two overcoats.” And he kissed his wife absentmindedly on one side of her nose and waved to the children and went away to the City. Now, the City was a place where Mr. Banks went every day–except Sundays, of course, and Bank Holidays–and while he was there he sat on a large chair in front of a large desk and made money. All day long he worked, cutting out pennies and shillings and half-crowns and threepenny-bits. And he brought them home with him in his little black bag. Sometimes he would give some to Jane and Michael for their money-boxes, and when he couldn’t spare any he would say, “The Bank is broken,” and they would know he hadn’t made much money that day. Well, Mr. Banks went off with his black bag, and Mrs. Banks went into the drawing-room and sat there all day long writing letters to the papers and begging them to send some Nannies to her at once as she was waiting; and upstairs in the Nursery, Jane and Michael watched at the window and wondered who would come. They were glad Katie Nanna had gone, for they had never liked her. She was old and fat and smelt of barley-water. Anything, they thought, would be better than Katie Nanna–if not much better. When the afternoon began to die away behind the Park, Mrs. Brill and Ellen came to give them their supper and to bath the Twins. And after supper Jane and Michael sat at the window watching for Mr. Banks to come home, and listening to the sound of the East Wind blowing through the naked branches of the cherry-trees in the Lane. The trees themselves, turning and bending in the half light, looked as though they had gone mad and were dancing their roots out of the ground. “There he is!” said Michael, pointing suddenly to a shape that banged heavily against the gate. Jane peered through the gathering darkness. “That’s not Daddy,” she said. “It’s somebody else.” Then the shape, tossed and bent under the wind, lifted the latch of the gate, and they could see that it belonged to a woman, who was holding her hat on with one hand and carrying a bag in the other. As they watched, Jane and Michael saw a curious thing happen. As soon as the shape was inside the gate the wind seemed to catch her up into the air and fling her at the house. It was as though it had flung her first at the gate, waited for her to open it, and then had lifted and thrown her, bag and all, at the front door”
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P. L. Travers (9 augustus 1899 – 23 april 1996)
De Franse schrijver, vertaler en schilder Pierre Klossowski werd geboren op 9 augustus 1905 in Parijs. Zie ook mijn blog van 9 augustus 2007 en ook mijn blog van 9 augustus 2009 en ook mijn blog van 9 augustus 2010.
Uit: Gide et MaîtrePierre (post op bloge-gide)
« Très vite, Gide abandonne l’idée d’en faire son secrétaire : Maître Pierre est bien trop artiste, insouciant voire négligent quand il s’agit de relire les épreuves des Faux monnayeurs ou de Si le Grain ne meurt que Gide lui a confiées… Il est donc décidé de l’envoyer au lycée Janson de Sailly en classe de philosophie. Gide devient son «répondant», une sorte de tuteur attentif mais exigeant comme en témoignent quelques lettres publiées en 1985* :
«Maître Pierre ne m’écrit pas, alors qu’il aurait tant de choses à me dire, et bientôt quand il voudra m’écrire, il ne saura par où commencer. Où en es-tu avec Yves ? Où en es-tu avec Mademoiselle Sutter ? Je ne sais presque rien de votre aventure, que par Marc, et très insuffisamment. Au revoir, enfant terrible. Tu as éveillé ma curiosité et mon affection. Tu te dois de les satisfaire.» (lettre datée du 22 mars 1924)
«Pour le moment je ne puis penser qu’à l’impasse où t’acculent ta négligence, ton désordre et ta légèreté.» (lettre datée du 25 avril 1924).
Les frères Klossowski gravitent encore pendant plusieurs années dans l’orbite gidienne comme on le voit dans les Cahiers de la Petite Dame : ils sont là pour aider aux préparatifs des départs au Congo et en URSS. Mais Pierre se trouve d’autres maîtres : Denis de Rougemont auprès de qui il est un temps tenté par le protestantisme, l’extravagant Louis Massignon pendant son expérience monastique…
Il revient à la vie laïque en 1947 et épouse Denise. Ce mariage met un terme à un itinéraire tortueux et tourmenté que Klossowski qualifie lui-même de «trop longue adolescence». Il ne sera plus question d’homosexualité sauf à la fin de sa vie – réminiscence gidienne ? – dans un contexte d’Eros socratique, notamment dans son livre L’adolescent immortel ».
Pierre Klossowski (9 augustus 1905 – 12 augustus 2001)
Hier met de schrijverJacques Henric (links)
De Amerikaanse schrijver Daniel Keyes werd geboren in Brooklyn, New York op 9 augustus 1927. Zie ook mijn blog van 9 augustus 2007 en ook mijn blog van 9 augustus 2009 en ook mijn blog van 9 augustus 2010.
Uit: Flowers for Algernon
“Dr Strauss rote some things on a peice of paper and prof Nemur talkd to me very sereus. He said you know Charlie we are not shure how this experamint will werk on pepul because we onley tried it up to now on animils. I said thats what Miss Kinnian tolld me but I dont even care if it herts or anything because Im strong and I will werk hard.
I want to get smart if they will let me. They said they got to get permissen from my familie but my uncle Herman who use to take care of me is ded and I dont rimember about my familie. I dint see my mother or father or my littel sister Norma for a long long long time. Mabye their ded to. Dr. Strauss askd me where they use to live. I think in brooklin. He sed they will see if mabye they can find them.
I hope I dont have to rite to much of these progris riports because it takes along time and I get to sleep very late and Im tired at werk in the morning. Gimpy hollered at me because I droppd a tray full of rolles I was carrying over to the oven. They got derty and he had to wipe them off before he put them in to bake. Gimpy hollers at me all the time when I do something rong, but he reely likes me because hes my frend. Boy if I get smart wont he be serprised.”
Daniel Keyes (New York, 9 augustus 1927)
Zie voor onderstaande schrijvers ook mijn blog van 9 augustus 2010.
De Russische schrijver Leonid Andreyevwerd geboren op 9 augustus 1871 in Orjol. Zie ook mijn blog van 9 augustus 2009.
De Engelse dichter en vertaler John Oldham werd geboren in Shipton Moyne (Gloucestershire) op 9 augustus 1653. Zie ook mijn blog van 9 augustus 2009.
De Engelse schrijver Izaak Walton werd geboren in Stafford op 9 augustus 1593. Zie ook mijn blog van 9 augustus 2009.