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SPRAAKMAKENDE BOEKEN, 28 MAART 2013
HANS JANSEN
Graham SwiftWas je maar hier
Graham Swift
The Sweet Shop Owner Shuttlecock (Vederbal)Learning to Swim & Other StoriesWaterland (Waterland)Out of This World (De Wereld uit)Ever After (Lang en gelukkig)Last Orders (Laatste ronde)The Light of Day (Het volle daglicht)Tomorrow (Morgen)Wish You Were Here (Was je maar hier)
Gedeelde thema’s
Buurkinderen
Moederloos
Vader pleegt zelfmoord
Kinderloos
Namen
Jack (Dodds Last Orders; Luxton Wish You Were Here)
Tom (Crick Waterland; Luxton Wish You Were Here)Dick (Crick Waterland)Freddie (Parr Waterland; Luxton Wish You Were
Here)George (Webb The Light of Day; Luxton Wish You
Were Here)Bill (Unwin Ever After)Ray (Last Orders)Vic (Last Orders)
Vertelperspectief
Ik-verteller Waterland (Tom Crick) Ever After (Bill Unwin) The Light of Day (George Webb) Last Orders (Ray, Vince, Amy, Lenny, Vic, Mandy (1
keer Jack) Tomorrow (Paula Hook)
Vertelperspectief
Derde persoon (alwetende verteller) Wish You Were Here
Jack, Ellie Major Richards, Derek Page, Dave Springer Tom (1 keer) The Robinsons
Titel
Was je maar hier
Wish You Were Here
Wish You Were Here
Wish You Were Here
Wish You Were Here
Wish You Were Here
John Denver: Postcards from Paris
Dear friend of mine, the weather's fine.Today I saw some ruins of the Roman world's decline.And I climbed all those Spanish steps,you've heard of them no doubt.But Rome has lost its glory,I don't know what it's about.
I wish you were here -when the shadows fall and all the rushing traffic's still.I wish you were here -when the bells are ringing on the seven hills.I make my way to a small cafe,I wonder what you did today.Wish you were here.
Dear one at home, I just flew in from Rome.Paris is a postcard all decked out in colour chrome.And so I climbed the Eiffel Towerand prayed at Notre Dame.But I just can't find the romance,and I wonder why I came.
I wish you were here -on the Champs Elysées lovers walking hand in hand.I wish you were here -they take one look at me and seem to understand.This city of light is a lovely site,the first bright star I see tonight.Wish you were here.
Now I write this from the plane,drinking cheap champagne,and wondering why two people got so far apart.
I wish you were here -here in London where the rain is pouring downI wish you were here -on this airplane headed back to New York Town.I'll never leave you alone again,I'm coming home but until then,wish you were here, I wish you were here.
Wish you were here.
Pink Floyd: Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tellHeaven from Hell,Blue skies from pain.Can you tell a green fieldFrom a cold steel rail?A smile from a veil?Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to tradeYour heroes for ghosts?Hot ashes for trees?Hot air for a cool breeze?Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchangeA walk-on part in the warFor a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.We're just two lost soulsSwimming in a fish bowl,Year after year,Running over the same old groundWhat have we found?The same old fears.Wish you were here.
boektitels
Tom Holt, Wish You Were Here 1998Nick Webb, Wish You Were Here (The official
biography of Douglas Adams)Stewart O’Nan, Wish You Were Here, 2002Mike Gayle, Wish You Were Here, 2007Travis Elborough, Wish You Were Here
(England on Sea)Film 1987, 2012Musical
Wish You Were Here
Het ideaal van de kust
Brigwell Bay
Isle of White: The Lookout
Saint Lucia: Sapphire Beach
Sandshill Holiday Park
Isle of Wight
Wish You Were Here
Wish You Were Here
The field
Het weilandHet slagveldHet veld
Barton FieldDCMThe soldier
Distinguished Conduct Medal
Rupert Brooke, The Soldier
The Robinsons en Barton Field
P. 327 their “very own little piece of England”
P. 357 ‘hun eigen kleine stukje Engeland’.
Poppies: klaprozen
(en niet zoals de Nederlandse vertaling stelt roos)
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies grow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
Luxton
Luxton; naam typerend voor Devon.
Luc’s tun (boerderij / nederzetting van Luc of Loc)
Ellie: Luck-stone
Wootton Bassett
Verteltechniek
HerhalingVariatieOpbouw
Hoe kon Jack nu zeggen wat hij gezegd had? (42)Hoe kon Jack dat nu hebben gezegd?Hoe kon Jack dat nu gezegd hebben? (44)Hoe kon Jack nu hebben gezegd wat hij gezegd
had? (46)
We moeten Saint Lucia nu maar afzeggen. (63)
En daarna had Jack die opmerking gemaakt over Saint Lucia. (131)
Caravans
Hoofdstuk 8
‘Caravans,’ had Ellie gezegd. (p. 74)‘Caravans, Jacko’ p. 74‘Caravans.’ p. 76‘Caravans’ p. 78‘Caravans, Jacko.’ p. 84‘Caravans’ p. 85
Verteltechniek
Er komt geen einde aan de gekte
Madness
“ There’s no end to madness” p. 1“Was he going mad?” p. 217“Now, with a great, unearthly howl that no
one heard, he drove madly on.” p. 294“Are you mad, Jack? Are you mad?” p. 299…“she drove madly on.” p. 299“Everything is mad now, everything is off its
hinges” p. 300“Jack drove madly on” p. 328
Ellie sits …
5 “Ellie sits in the wind-rocked, rain-lashed Cherokee, in the lay-by on the coast road at Holn Cliffs, thinking of her mother.”
24 “Ellie sits by Holn Cliffs, looking at the vanished postcard view.”
30: “Ellie sits in the lay-by near Holn, not driving anywhere.”
31: “Ellie sits by Holn Cliffs.”34: “Ellie sits in the lay-by at Holn Cliffs, not
admiring the view.”
36: “Ellie turns by the old chapel and makes the final climb to the cottage.”
Motto
Are these things done on Albion’s shore?
William Blake (1757-1827): A Little Boy lost
(Songs of Experience, 1794)
William Blake
Nought loves another as itself,Nor venerates another so,Nor is it possible to thoughtA greater than itself to know.
'And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more?I love you like the little birdThat picks up crumbs around the door.'
The Priest sat by and heard the child;In trembling zeal he seized his hair,He led him by his little coat,And all admired the priestly care.
And standing on the altar high,'Lo, what a fiend is here! said he:'One who sets reason up for judgeOf our most holy mystery.'
The weeping child could not be heard,The weeping parents wept in vain:They stripped him to his little shirt,And bound him in an iron chain,
And burned him in a holy placeWhere many had been burned before;The weeping parents wept in vain.Are such thing done on Albion's shore?
Wish You Were Here
Are these things done on Albion’s shore?
Wish You Were Here