José Carlos Somoza, Inez van Dullemen, Timo Berger, Hadjar Benmiloud, Nico Scheepmaker

De Spaanse schrijver José Carlos Somoza werd geboren in Havana, Cuba op 13 november 1959. Zie ook alle tags voor José Carlos Somoza op dit blog.

 

Uit: Zig Zag (Vertaald door Lisa Dillman)

“Exactly six minutes and thirteen seconds before her life took a drastic, horrifying turn, Elisa Robledo was working at something quite ordinary. She was teaching an elective on modern theories of physics to fifteen second-year engineering students. She in no way intuited what was about to happen. Unlike many students, and even a fair few professors for whom the setting proved formidable, Elisa felt more at ease in the classroom than she did in her own home. That was the way it had been at her old-fashioned high school and in the bare-walled classrooms of her university, too. Now she worked in the bright, modern facilities of the School of Engineering at Madrid’s Alighieri University, a luxurious private institution whose classrooms boasted views from the enormous windows overlooking campus, perfect sound from their superb acoustics, and the rich aroma of fine wood. Elisa could have lived there. She unconsciously assumed that nothing bad could happen to her in a place like that.

She couldn’t have been more wrong, and in just over six minutes she would realize that.

Elisa was a brilliant professor who had a certain aura about her. At universities, certain professors (and the occasional student) are the stuff of legend: the enigmatic Elisa Robledo had given rise to a mystery everyone wanted to solve.

In a way, the birth of the Elisa Mystery was inevitable. She was young and a loner; she had long, wavy black hair and the face and body of a model. She was sharp and analytical, and she had a prodigious talent for abstraction and calculation-characteristics that were key in the cold world of theoretical physics, where the principles of science rule all. Theoretical physicists were not only respected, they were revered-from Einstein to Stephen Hawking. They fit people’s image of what physics was all about. Though most people found the field abstruse (if not wholly unintelligible), its champions always made a big splash and were seen as stereotypical, socially awkward geniuses.

Elisa Robledo was not cold at all. She was passionate about her teaching, and she captivated her students. What’s more, she was an excellent academic, and a kind, supportive colleague, always willing to help out in a crisis. On the surface, there was nothing strange about her.”

 

José Carlos Somoza (Havana, 13 november 1959)

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José Carlos Somoza, Peter Härtling, Inez van Dullemen, Timo Berger, Hadjar Benmiloud

De Spaanse schrijver José Carlos Somoza werd geboren in Havana, Cuba op 13 november 1959. Zie ook alle tags voor José Carlos Somoza op dit blog.

 

Uit: The Athenian Murders (Vertaald door Sonia Soto)

“Your report, Physician?”

The doctor, Aschilos, took his time to answer, not even looking up at the captain. He disliked being addressed as “Physician,” even more when the speaker seemed contemptuous of every man save himself. Aschilos might not be a soldier, but he came from an old aristocratic family and had had a most refined education: He was conversant with The Aphorisms, observed the Hippocratic oath, and had spent long periods on the island of Cos, studying the sacred art of the Asclepiads, disciples and heirs of Asclepius. He was not, therefore, someone a captain of the border guard could easily humiliate. And he already felt insulted: He had been awakened by soldiers in the dark hours of the early morning and called to examine, in the middle of the street, the corpse of the young man brought down on a litter from Mount Lycabettus. And he was no doubt expected to draw up some kind of report. But as everyone well knew, he, Aschilos, was a doctor of the living, not the dead, and he believed that this shameful task discredited his profession. He lifted his hands from the mangled body, trailing a mane of bloody humors. His slave hurriedly cleansed them with a cloth moistened with lustral water. He cleared his throat twice and said, “I believe he was attacked by a hungry pack of wolves. He’s been bitten and mauled . . . The heart is missing. Torn out. The cavity of the hot fluids is partially empty.”

The murmur, with its long mane, ran through the crowd.

“You heard him, Hemodorus,” one man whispered to another. “Wolves.”

“Something must be done,” his companion replied. “We will discuss the matter at the Assembly.”

“His mother has been informed the captain announced, the firmness of his voice extinguishing all comments. “I spared her the details; she knows only that her son is dead. And she is not to see the body until Daminus of Clazobion arrives. He is the only man left in the family, and he will determine what is to be done.” Legs apart, fists resting on the skirt of his uniform, he had a powerful voice, accustomed to imposing obedience. He appeared to address his men, but also evidently enjoyed having the attention of the common people. “As for us, our work here is done!”

He turned to the crowd of civilians and added, “Citizens, return to your homes! There is nothing more to see! Sleep if you can . . . Part of the night remains!”

 

José Carlos Somoza (Havana, 13 november 1959)

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