Sally Rooney

De Ierse schrijfster Sally Rooney werd geboren op 20 februari 1991 in Castlebar. Haar vader werkte voor Telecom Éireann, terwijl haar moeder een kunstencentrum runde; ze heeft ook een oudere broer en een jongere zus. Rooney studeerde Engels aan het Trinity College in Dublin. Ze begon later aan een Masters in politicologie aan dezelfde universiteit, maar voltooide deze niet en behaalde in plaats daarvan een graad in Amerikaanse literatuur. Ze was de beste spreker op de Europese universitaire debatkampioenschappen in 2013. Voordat ze schrijver werd werkte ze voor een restaurant. Rooney schreef haar eerste roman op 15-jarige leeftijd, maar had daar later geen goed woord voorover. Ze voltooide haar debuutroman, “Conversations with Friends”, terwijl ze nog studeerde voor haar Masters in Amerikaanse literatuur. Ze schreef de 100.000 woorden van het boek in 3 maanden tijd. Rechten voor het boek werden uiteindelijk verkocht naar 12 landen. Het boek werd genomineerd voor de 2018 Swansea University International Dylan Thomas Prize, en de Folio Prize van 2018. In maart 2017 werd haar korte verhaal “Mr Salary” genomineerd voor de Sunday Times EFG Private Bank Short Story Award. Haar tweede roman, “Normal People”, werd gepubliceerd in 2018. In juli 2018 stond het op de longlist voor de Man Booker Prize van dat jaar en won de “Irish Novel of the Year” bij de Irish Book Awards.

Uit: Conversations With Friends

“Bobbi and I first met Melissa at a poetry night in town, where we were performing together. Melissa took our photograph outside, with Bobbi smoking and me self-consciously holding my left wrist in my right hand, as if I was afraid the wrist was going to get away from me. Melissa used a big professional camera and kept lots of different lenses in a special camera pouch. She chatted and smoked while taking the pictures. She talked about our performance and we talked about her work, which we’d come across on the internet. Around midnight the bar closed. It was starting to rain then, and Melissa told us we were welcome to come back to her house for a drink.
We all got into the back of a taxi together and started fixing up our seat belts. Bobbi sat in the middle, with her head turned to speak to Melissa, so I could see the back of her neck and her little spoon-like ear. Melissa gave the driver an address in Monkstown and I turned to look out the window. A voice came on the radio to say the words: eighties . . . pop. . . classics. Then a jingle played. I felt excited, ready for the challenge of visiting a stranger’s home, already preparing compliments and certain facial expressions to make myself seem charming.
The house was a semi-detached red-brick, with a sycamore tree outside. Under the streetlight the leaves looked orange and artificial. I was a big fan of seeing the insides of other people’s houses, especially people who were slightly famous like Melissa. Right away I decided to remember everything about her home, so I could describe it to our other friends later and Bobbi could agree.
When Melissa let us in, a little red spaniel came racing up the hall and started barking at us. The hallway was warm and the lights were on. Next to the door was a low table where someone had left a stack of change, a hairbrush and an open tube of lipstick. There was a Modigliani print hanging over the staircase, a nude woman reclining. I thought: this is a whole house. A family could live here.
We have guests, Melissa called down the corridor. No one appeared so we followed her into the kitchen. I remember seeing a dark wooden bowl filled with ripe fruit, and noticing the glass conservatory. Rich people, I thought. I was always thinking about rich people then. The dog had followed us to the kitchen and was snuffling around at our feet, but Melissa didn’t mention the dog so neither did we.

 
Sally Rooney (Castlebar, 20 februari 1991)

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