This would actually be a pretty funny project. You’d absolutely get sued for it, but if you were able to disguise your real identity well enough, I’m sure you could get away with it. I imagine it’d thoroughly piss the publisher off.
Not when spoken by noord hollanders, friesen, groningers, gelderfarmers, drenthenaren, overijssellers, flevolanders, zeeuwen of belgen
2 years ago
Anonymous
Good thing I'm from Rotterdam then
2 years ago
Anonymous
2 years ago
Anonymous
Pijn, but I love deelders so it's fijn. Kinda like the rotterdamse R even
2 years ago
Anonymous
what are you, some kinda broadbander?
2 years ago
Anonymous
Fat moron from wide Brabanconne coming throug. You wouldnt
2 years ago
Anonymous
For some reason it began posting without captcha. Anyway, you wouldn't suspect Marieke being brabander. But between the maas and the waal should be a separate province.
2 years ago
Anonymous
Not everyone has a dialect plus abn is doable if you just pay attention to what you're saying, Brabander here btw
> Of course, before the pandemic I was busy making a creation of myself, with all my performances and lectures; always dressed to the nines in a suit and tie. I needed it. But it’s one thing to dress up and another to take hormones and to have an operation. You have to do that with full conviction.
Can women be that flat? Pic related looks as if nothing's there at all.
2 years ago
Anonymous
Women from between the Maas and the Waal are the worst the Netherlands has to offer except for maybe the eastern provinces. Frisian women are manly looking as well but only their moronic(both meanings) speech is bad
2 years ago
Anonymous
Nederlandse vrouwen zijn net als witte tulpen -- eerst mooi om naar te kijken maar verwelken relatief snel
2 years ago
Anonymous
You are so moronic, I'm dutch and I've never experienced this, Frisian sounds funny though I agree with that
Looked up how her Booker prize novel starts: >I was ten and stopped taking off my coat. That morning, Mum had covered us one by one in udder ointment to protect us from the cold. It came out of a yellow Bogena tin and was normally used to prevent dairy cows’ teats from getting cracks, calluses and cauliflower-like lumps. The tin’s lid was so greasy you could only screw it off with a tea-towel. It smelled of stewed udder, the thick slices I’d sometimes find cooking in a pan of stock on our stove, sprinkled with salt and pepper. They filled me with horror, just like the reeking ointment on my skin. Mum pressed her fat fingers into our faces like the round cheeses she patted to check whether the rind was ripening. Our pale cheeks shone in the light of the kitchen bulb, which was encrusted with fly shit. For years we’d been planning to get a lampshade, a pretty one with flowers, but whenever we saw one in the village, Mum could never make up her mind.
Almost as good as "My name is Ishmael"
Oh, sorry, I thought you were being snarky about the excerpted passage. I like the opening of "The Discomfort of Evening" a lot even though some of it I find viscerally repulsive.
It sounds more repulsive and fattening in dutch than it does in english for some reason. It comes close but the feeling doesn't really translate well. One might also be mistaken by thinking this passage wasn't written from the perspective of a unique type of bumpkin, the dutch "Lompe Boer".
>realist narrative >family scene >book starts when author was a child, confronted with adults >imperfect past tense >"strong" words like "calluses", "shit", "cows' teats" >few adjectives, very visual
Ah, the typical "dark" midcult writing style.
McCarthy is good at that too.
Why would I seethe at the fact a Dutch girl can do the same thing as at least a couple of thousands of writers, me included, can do?
Of course, I stopped writing like that a few years ago. It's funny that some people continue.
2 years ago
Anonymous
I wonder why his writing is so much more acclaimed than yours
2 years ago
Anonymous
JK Rowling is more acclaimed than, say, Edoardo Sanguineti.
Being "acclaimed" is not an aesthetic discovery, nor is it a sign of one. In fact, it's usually the opposite: only that which can be easily absorbed (i.e., is cliché) can get widely acclaimed from the beginning, with few historical exceptions.
Clearly you don't know how to read, which is why you look for who is acclaimed and who isn't. If you knew how to read, you'd recognize her style is mere imitation, perhaps even pastiche, of a certain style that emerged (mostly in English, actually) during the mid-20th century, with strong derivations from 19th century (Flaubertian, detail-based - although of course Flaubert himself was much more than that) realism.
At least to judge from that paragraph.
I read some other stuff by her and it was worse. Quite kitsch, sometimes. For example:
Marieke's poem about the Texas shooting
No idea if the original Dutch is better, but doesn't look like it is. There are even three or four interesting turns in it, which explains why some critics may like her, but overall it is terrible kitsch and a collection of clichés which every well-read person has encountered a few times before.
I'd say it's good for a creative writing student/teacher, not for a real writer though.
>Start getting horny over this twink >A quick scan of Early Life on Wikipedia and 10 seconds of listening to the voice on YouTube reveals it's obviously just a girl larping as Non-Binary
How fricking disappointing, holy shit, frick women
I had the exact opposite experience. After watching a few YouTube videos of him I was surprised to realize I do actually perceive him as male and wasn’t just humoring him with the “he/him” thing. MLR is more like an adult 11-year-old boy than a woman if that makes any sense.
can we not talk about the fact that you degenerates are attracted to pubescent boy body type
2 years ago
Anonymous
>attracted to pubescent boy body type
based as frick boycunnoisseurs
2 years ago
Anonymous
go be a moralgay literally anywhere else, saggy old ass
2 years ago
Anonymous
Average dutchgays over the centuried are attracted to this and wonder why they have a hairline (at 19) that's closer to their butthole than their nose.
Also, them shilling Marieke more for looks than her work says enough.
Heavenly Favorite, I’ll tell you right now: during that persistent high season I should have removed you with a hoof knife from the dermis like an ulcer, I should have made space between the crevasse of the dermis so muck and grime would fall from between it and nobody would be able to infect you, maybe I should had only peeled you and polished you with the cutter, should had washed you and wiped you with shavings. How could I possibly forget the warning I got during my training to become a veterinarian in the lessons on claw trimming and lesions on the coronary band, on consternation, on Mortellaro’s disease, also known as stinkypaw, how they kept repeating ad nauseam that you should be careful that you don’t cut the dermis, never hurt the true skin, they said time and time again, but my weakness, my inadequacy! That stubborn summer you lay as a foal in breech position in the delivery room of my ailing desires, I was the follower of folly, I did not know how not to want you, you, the heavenly favorite, and the more I sat crouched between the steaming bodies of the Blaarkoppen and felt your presence in the grass further down that had just been mowed and that was enveloped by evergreen candytuft, where you sat for hours underneath the pear tree semi-bent over your snow-white guitar neck practicing a song by The Cranberries, ........................
Just for you OP, enjoy the first page (this sentence continues on forever)
I think I'm too infatuated with MLR to dislike anything with his name on it. I guess I should learn what the Cranberries sound like if I'm going to understand this.
I think I'm too infatuated with MLR to dislike anything with his name on it. I guess I should learn what the Cranberries sound like if I'm going to understand this.
the more vehemently I hoped for a abomasum displacement or a removal of tissue proliferation, so I could stay near you and listen to you starting over again when you hit a wrong string or reaching for those high notes with that pearling, angelic little voice of you, and then you would fall silent for a second and with rosy cheeks I pictured how you would blow a strand of hair from your face, a strand which kept falling back, and oh, you puffed so pleasantly, as a child blowing a wilted dandelion, you sang about tanks, bombs, guns, about war and with everything I did I thought about you, yes, I thought about you when I wrapped my hand in a translucent, orange glove with shoulder piece, drizzling it with veterinarian lube, with VetGel, and when I slid inside the dual-purpose cow, or when I put my hand on the small legs of such a slimy heifer covered in membrane and slowly pulled on the rhythm of the contractions while comforting the dam with my other hand rubbing over her clammy side, when I softly talked to her and sometimes recounted some sentences from Beckett which I won’t repeat here, nobody is sensitive to them except you and the blaarkoppen, and every time I longed more intensely that you would saunter around me when I put on my veterinary coat, buttoning buttons and going to work, then I hoped you would smile at me like you smiled so heavenly at the sinewy farmhands who during midday at the kitchen table hid behind their layered wall of sandwiches, garnished with a thick layer of butter and palingworst, but they did not dare to work on you, you were not the kind of animal they trained for, you did not have four stomaches, you had one, which was insatiable, and I knew you from a very young age, I knew you through and through, even if you were too young to be desired by me and simultaneously too spirited and too impatient for more spoon-feeding and fatherliness, and from your attitude I saw that you wanted to remove yourself from parental custudoy, from the farm where you grew up and which carried the name De Hulst, named after W.G van de Hulst, the only writer your father knew and whose entire oeuvre he had read and from whom he had read to you on good days, after which you dreamed that you were a sugar ball, that everyone delighted in your taste and craved to take a bite out of you, that you continuously had to protect your mellifluent body from the king, the sweet munchers, from ants, and maybe I should have taken this dream seriously I realise now as I write this, even though this was never to be written, I concentrated more on your posture instead of the dream, on how you were freeing yourself, not just from the farm but also from the stables next to it, there was asbestos in the roofs that dad refused to have removed because it was God who decided if you did or did not get cancer,
Instead, learn Danish for the sole purpose of reading Kierkegaard in his native language and getting a better idea of the ironic nuance and ambiguity between tro (belief) and tro (faith).
>In 2021, Rijneveld was selected by American poet Amanda Gorman to translate her work into Dutch. Rijneveld initially accepted the commission, but later withdrew after Dutch race advocate Janice Deul criticised the publisher for commissioning a white translator for the work of a black poet.[16]
>Yeah, they really care about what others think of them.
Idk, maybe there's a difference between that and spamming selfies and cutting off your breasts to appear more masculine
They come in a few types that I've discovered
These types I've come across include:
Hopelessly vain people who are exactly as you described, >obsessed with their appearence, with posting selfies and attempting to control how other people perceive them
The ones using the gender bender as a fad. Hiding behind anime profile pictures and shitposting until society's views change focus.
and
The ones who view their birth gender as an honest to God birth defect - usually the most based and while likely to have real trauma as opposed to percieved trauma are usually pretty chill about it.
I'm no perfessor oak but they usually fall into one of these few camps.
I'm not sure how to feel about the fact that so many other people are hopelessly in lust with this guy. His instagram is wall-to-wall simps. A bit depressing.
>Yeah, they really care about what others think of them.
Idk, maybe there's a difference between that and spamming selfies and cutting off your breasts to appear more masculine
She’s talking about how she saw this artwork the first time when she was doing a writing residency in Paris and how Jesus was her second love, the first being her elementary school teacher. But she loved her teacher more since she was able to sit in her lap and Jesus couldn’t offer her the same.
=MOST BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK=
I saw the video installation "Mary" from the artist Bill Viola for the first time a few years ago, when I was at a writer's workshop in Paris. Ik had never heard of Bill Viola, but when I walked into the Grand Palais and saw this, I was sold. On the video you see Mary with the lifeless body of Jesus. Along with the female teachers I loved, my first love was Jesus. I was raised a Protestant and I was read to from the Bible both at school and at home. Though to be honest, I was in love with the female teacher more than with Jesus, because took me onto her lap and Jesus -- with all those people who believe in him -- can't hold a candle to that. That video touched me. How Mary was holding her son close, with one hand around his shoulder and the other around his knee. You can see the disbelief and the pain in her eyes, but also the infinite lvoe that she felt for him.
Oh my fricking god it's just a cheap reproduction of La Pieta with a Black actor playing Jesus
AAHAHAHAHAA
=MOST BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK=
I saw the video installation "Mary" from the artist Bill Viola for the first time a few years ago, when I was at a writer's workshop in Paris. Ik had never heard of Bill Viola, but when I walked into the Grand Palais and saw this, I was sold. On the video you see Mary with the lifeless body of Jesus. Along with the female teachers I loved, my first love was Jesus. I was raised a Protestant and I was read to from the Bible both at school and at home. Though to be honest, I was in love with the female teacher more than with Jesus, because took me onto her lap and Jesus -- with all those people who believe in him -- can't hold a candle to that. That video touched me. How Mary was holding her son close, with one hand around his shoulder and the other around his knee. You can see the disbelief and the pain in her eyes, but also the infinite lvoe that she felt for him.
Oh my fricking god it's just a cheap reproduction of La Pieta with a Black actor playing Jesus
AAHAHAHAHAA
>favorite artwork is a looping video of actors playing the Pietà >can’t resist bringing being a lesbian into it
Holy shit what a fricking ditz lmao. Ok dutchanons, flemanons, who are your ACTUAL famous writers?
2 years ago
Anonymous
>woman writer >troon
Not looking good so far guys but I'll look into it
>Marieke Lucas Rijneveld’s second novel tells the story of a forbidden love. An aging livestock veterinarian and a fourteen-year-old girl with a vivid imagination engage in a macabre dance as they explore their identity and sexuality.
...This is what you guys read?
reddit is thataway
2 years ago
Anonymous
>woman writer >troon
Not looking good so far guys but I'll look into it
>Marieke Lucas Rijneveld’s second novel tells the story of a forbidden love. An aging livestock veterinarian and a fourteen-year-old girl with a vivid imagination engage in a macabre dance as they explore their identity and sexuality.
...This is what you guys read?
This sounds like pure distilled redditkanker. Surely we can do better than this Dutchbros?
2 years ago
Anonymous
Nescio is good (though I'm not Dutch, read him in English translation).
2 years ago
Anonymous
he sucks in dutch tho: it's all: toen ging-i, ookiwooki, ah jenever!
2 years ago
Anonymous
What an utter fricking moron. Nescio’s incorporation of colloquial language was common across modernist literature of all languages. In fact, he was quite early to the party considering most of his shit was published in the early 1910’s. He also has some of the most sublime sentences written in the Dutch language.
When the frick was she homographous, she admited she's gay
2 years ago
Anonymous
He's not committed to either gender. My god you people are fricking creepy. Yes, he's talented and good-looking, but fixating on his looks and sexuality this much is a little weird.
2 years ago
Anonymous
Whatever they are, they're lucky since they can actually pull off androgyny.
2 years ago
Anonymous
When the frick was she homographous, she admited she's gay
Are these posts made seriously? Homographs are homonyms with potentially different pronunciation, like lead in "to lead" and lead as in "lead pencil"
2 years ago
Anonymous
Nah, bro. You called her a homographous. Accept the blame
This whole thing feels like if a novel had a subplot about a novel. Like how the films that people in films watch are always one more level of surreal than the film itself. This is the book that you would come up with if your novel featured a subplot about a novel.
My heavenly favorite is the secret continuation of his first novel, The Discomfort. There must be a third part where Marieke's self-insertion turns into an adult
>woman writer >troon
Not looking good so far guys but I'll look into it
>Marieke Lucas Rijneveld’s second novel tells the story of a forbidden love. An aging livestock veterinarian and a fourteen-year-old girl with a vivid imagination engage in a macabre dance as they explore their identity and sexuality.
...This is what you guys read?
individually, the lines and images are pretty good, but 50 in a row of it is pretty frickin awkward, it would be better organized as a bulleted list or excel table or better yet a SQL database with a record for each body part and its assigned simile. that would also be more erotic, because as I said at present it is awk a f
i'm reading his first novel right now and it's all filth and misery and abjection all the time. kids sticking fingers in each other's buttholes. the novelty wears off quickly, but the author doesn't know when to stop
I'm surprised that this thread, which was really just created out of hopeless desire for a beautiful boywoman who writes depressing books, has lasted this long. I suppose I must not be the only one out there.
i like the idea of it, if it's out of respect to the author's vision or some shit, but it usually looks goofy as hell because languages are so different
I seriously think I might get the French edition. This is so stupid. Is there just no market for this book in the US or something?
2 years ago
Anonymous
they might have cooled on him over there after the gorman debacle. still, i totally expected the UK to jump on this quicker, seeing as the last one was a booker winnaar
2 years ago
Anonymous
Anglo sphere is just insular really. Compare it to the Houellebecq translations. Even those international authors considered big and literary – whom other European languages respect and more often or sooner translate – to the overall anglophone publishing landscape, are not considered a priority. Even if you're a Booker winner and can be marketed as trans, there's enough of those around, and ultimately (regardless of the quality) they just blend in among so many other NYT-blurbed books.
Knowing english you can make sense of quite a lot
Make a name for yourself, translate it using Deep L and set it free in the interwebs
This would actually be a pretty funny project. You’d absolutely get sued for it, but if you were able to disguise your real identity well enough, I’m sure you could get away with it. I imagine it’d thoroughly piss the publisher off.
>32 year old troony
Good luck with that.
I'm writing him a love sonnet, I just need to figure out where to mail it.
She's not a troony she's a tomboy
lol. He came out as trans a while back
Go back.
I'm back.
Probably never because this R A C I S T had the audacity to try to translate Amanda Gorman's poetry.
Isn't dutch one of the easiest languages for an english speaker to learn?
Is this the homosexualry general? It’s full of homosexuals.
I hate pooners
Hopefully never.
I'm German and this language sounds ridiculous to me.
Dutch is the weirdest language I ever heard.
It's as if German tried to sound French without knowing any French.
Dutch is the most beautiful language around
kanker
Not when spoken by noord hollanders, friesen, groningers, gelderfarmers, drenthenaren, overijssellers, flevolanders, zeeuwen of belgen
Good thing I'm from Rotterdam then
Pijn, but I love deelders so it's fijn. Kinda like the rotterdamse R even
what are you, some kinda broadbander?
Fat moron from wide Brabanconne coming throug. You wouldnt
For some reason it began posting without captcha. Anyway, you wouldn't suspect Marieke being brabander. But between the maas and the waal should be a separate province.
Not everyone has a dialect plus abn is doable if you just pay attention to what you're saying, Brabander here btw
>that poem
What is this shit, it's fricking 50 Shades tier
Imagine reading that and deciding it needs to be translated into swamp german
Have you considered learning another language if you want to read its literature so bad?
I don’t give a frick about Dutch but I think I might be in love with MLR.
You could write her a letter or send her a poem.
That my plan. I’m writing a sonnet; still haven’t figured out where to send it, though.
Serious question, where are her boobs?
Gone.
Not accurate.
Any evidence?
fantasticman.com/features/marieke
> Of course, before the pandemic I was busy making a creation of myself, with all my performances and lectures; always dressed to the nines in a suit and tie. I needed it. But it’s one thing to dress up and another to take hormones and to have an operation. You have to do that with full conviction.
Can women be that flat? Pic related looks as if nothing's there at all.
Women from between the Maas and the Waal are the worst the Netherlands has to offer except for maybe the eastern provinces. Frisian women are manly looking as well but only their moronic(both meanings) speech is bad
Nederlandse vrouwen zijn net als witte tulpen -- eerst mooi om naar te kijken maar verwelken relatief snel
You are so moronic, I'm dutch and I've never experienced this, Frisian sounds funny though I agree with that
he's wearing a strapless binder
Who the frick is this twink?
dutchland's greatest living author
Looks like a depressed highschooler.
>that boy neck
Hnnnnnggggg
Most boring dutch writer in ages by far my god how dull.
When the hell are we getting an English translation of "Das Schelling-Projekt"? I can't read German and I hate waiting.
Based and seconded
Anons i love him
Is there ANYTHING this man can't do?
Oh god, I haven't had a crush like this since I was a teenager
Awww me too
how can someone be so perfect
Lovely video
Isnt marieke a female name why would an ftm call themself that
He's not transgender. He's just male and female at the same time or something. Why try to define it?
I'd kill to have Marieke as my wife. Why are Dutch girls so sexy?
Looked up how her Booker prize novel starts:
>I was ten and stopped taking off my coat. That morning, Mum had covered us one by one in udder ointment to protect us from the cold. It came out of a yellow Bogena tin and was normally used to prevent dairy cows’ teats from getting cracks, calluses and cauliflower-like lumps. The tin’s lid was so greasy you could only screw it off with a tea-towel. It smelled of stewed udder, the thick slices I’d sometimes find cooking in a pan of stock on our stove, sprinkled with salt and pepper. They filled me with horror, just like the reeking ointment on my skin. Mum pressed her fat fingers into our faces like the round cheeses she patted to check whether the rind was ripening. Our pale cheeks shone in the light of the kitchen bulb, which was encrusted with fly shit. For years we’d been planning to get a lampshade, a pretty one with flowers, but whenever we saw one in the village, Mum could never make up her mind.
Almost as good as "My name is Ishmael"
> “My name is Ishmael"
Please tell me this is a joke.
Wow, I misquoted something I read as a translation, sorry! So what do you think of the excerpted passage?
Oh, sorry, I thought you were being snarky about the excerpted passage. I like the opening of "The Discomfort of Evening" a lot even though some of it I find viscerally repulsive.
It sounds more repulsive and fattening in dutch than it does in english for some reason. It comes close but the feeling doesn't really translate well. One might also be mistaken by thinking this passage wasn't written from the perspective of a unique type of bumpkin, the dutch "Lompe Boer".
>realist narrative
>family scene
>book starts when author was a child, confronted with adults
>imperfect past tense
>"strong" words like "calluses", "shit", "cows' teats"
>few adjectives, very visual
Ah, the typical "dark" midcult writing style.
McCarthy is good at that too.
Seethe
Why would I seethe at the fact a Dutch girl can do the same thing as at least a couple of thousands of writers, me included, can do?
Of course, I stopped writing like that a few years ago. It's funny that some people continue.
I wonder why his writing is so much more acclaimed than yours
JK Rowling is more acclaimed than, say, Edoardo Sanguineti.
Being "acclaimed" is not an aesthetic discovery, nor is it a sign of one. In fact, it's usually the opposite: only that which can be easily absorbed (i.e., is cliché) can get widely acclaimed from the beginning, with few historical exceptions.
Clearly you don't know how to read, which is why you look for who is acclaimed and who isn't. If you knew how to read, you'd recognize her style is mere imitation, perhaps even pastiche, of a certain style that emerged (mostly in English, actually) during the mid-20th century, with strong derivations from 19th century (Flaubertian, detail-based - although of course Flaubert himself was much more than that) realism.
At least to judge from that paragraph.
I read some other stuff by her and it was worse. Quite kitsch, sometimes. For example:
No idea if the original Dutch is better, but doesn't look like it is. There are even three or four interesting turns in it, which explains why some critics may like her, but overall it is terrible kitsch and a collection of clichés which every well-read person has encountered a few times before.
I'd say it's good for a creative writing student/teacher, not for a real writer though.
u jealous
Rijnebros... we got too wienery...
Rijnebros... we can't stop winning
>Start getting horny over this twink
>A quick scan of Early Life on Wikipedia and 10 seconds of listening to the voice on YouTube reveals it's obviously just a girl larping as Non-Binary
How fricking disappointing, holy shit, frick women
>not wanting a c**tboy
Cringe
I had the exact opposite experience. After watching a few YouTube videos of him I was surprised to realize I do actually perceive him as male and wasn’t just humoring him with the “he/him” thing. MLR is more like an adult 11-year-old boy than a woman if that makes any sense.
lmao
ok morons you can stoping posting this guy i will fricking read something from him
what should it be?
He only has one book in English (unfortunately): "The Discomfort of Evening."
No, he didn't.
all that drooling just because of one book
it better be good
It's not JUST because of the book, Anon.
can we not talk about the fact that you degenerates are attracted to pubescent boy body type
>attracted to pubescent boy body type
based as frick boycunnoisseurs
go be a moralgay literally anywhere else, saggy old ass
Average dutchgays over the centuried are attracted to this and wonder why they have a hairline (at 19) that's closer to their butthole than their nose.
Also, them shilling Marieke more for looks than her work says enough.
So?
His second novel is far better though
did she cut off her breasts?
Ngl I bought the book because he is an aesthetic man
That's what I did too. I hope the book is good.
his drip is horrendous. literally r/malefashionadvice tier
Post face
Post feet
That's why it's cute
>drip
What is that
What's a drip?
>drip
?
On par with "elliot" page
>drip
Do you mean hat?
>drip
Like water? Wtf are you on about
Drip? Go back to IQfy you homo
>His drip is horrendous
What?
IQfy couldn't explain it to me: IQfythread/17045884
>Male pattern baldness
Rijnesisters............
Where?
>Even italians already have their translation
Oh no no no...
I know, it’s not fair
Mia diletta? More like, Mia dilatte!
>Mia dilate
Nice one, good advice for every gay ITT.
>dutch
no thank you, they invented capitalism
and they look like they smell like fish and shoes
>they invented capitalism
How based
Dutch Merchants and the Dutch Republic are some of the most kino things to come out of history. The Dutch Golden Age is BASED.
Who is this and why do you keep making threads about them?
This is handsome Booker Prize winning author Marieke Lucas Rijneveld.
I will report every thread you make, stop spamming the thread with this troony. You will never be a woman
*punch punch*
Punch the shit out of me, babe
you polBlack folk are bigger safe space sissies than the people you lash out at
Heavenly Favorite, I’ll tell you right now: during that persistent high season I should have removed you with a hoof knife from the dermis like an ulcer, I should have made space between the crevasse of the dermis so muck and grime would fall from between it and nobody would be able to infect you, maybe I should had only peeled you and polished you with the cutter, should had washed you and wiped you with shavings. How could I possibly forget the warning I got during my training to become a veterinarian in the lessons on claw trimming and lesions on the coronary band, on consternation, on Mortellaro’s disease, also known as stinkypaw, how they kept repeating ad nauseam that you should be careful that you don’t cut the dermis, never hurt the true skin, they said time and time again, but my weakness, my inadequacy! That stubborn summer you lay as a foal in breech position in the delivery room of my ailing desires, I was the follower of folly, I did not know how not to want you, you, the heavenly favorite, and the more I sat crouched between the steaming bodies of the Blaarkoppen and felt your presence in the grass further down that had just been mowed and that was enveloped by evergreen candytuft, where you sat for hours underneath the pear tree semi-bent over your snow-white guitar neck practicing a song by The Cranberries, ........................
Just for you OP, enjoy the first page (this sentence continues on forever)
Thank you!
I think I'm too infatuated with MLR to dislike anything with his name on it. I guess I should learn what the Cranberries sound like if I'm going to understand this.
How fricking young are you to never have heard Zombie? IQfy is at its worst when it goes into simp mode.
I'm old (for IQfy) but I wasn't allowed to listen to rock music when I was a kid. There are still a lot of holes in my knowledge of rock music.
Stop lying, you moron.
I WISH I were a zoomer. My lame fantasies of sweeping MLR off his/her/their feet would seem marginally more attainable.
Right : cos she's a pedo
Gen Z is 1997 to 2012.
Ephebo/hebephile then
>I was the follower of folly, I did not know how not to want you, you, the heavenly favorite
>I did not know how <i>not</i> to want you
I'll do the next page tomorrow
Thank you! I do appreciate it.
Bumping because I want to hear translatoranon translate the second page.
Oh beautiful...
That's actually good
MLR does it again, the poltards are seething
the more vehemently I hoped for a abomasum displacement or a removal of tissue proliferation, so I could stay near you and listen to you starting over again when you hit a wrong string or reaching for those high notes with that pearling, angelic little voice of you, and then you would fall silent for a second and with rosy cheeks I pictured how you would blow a strand of hair from your face, a strand which kept falling back, and oh, you puffed so pleasantly, as a child blowing a wilted dandelion, you sang about tanks, bombs, guns, about war and with everything I did I thought about you, yes, I thought about you when I wrapped my hand in a translucent, orange glove with shoulder piece, drizzling it with veterinarian lube, with VetGel, and when I slid inside the dual-purpose cow, or when I put my hand on the small legs of such a slimy heifer covered in membrane and slowly pulled on the rhythm of the contractions while comforting the dam with my other hand rubbing over her clammy side, when I softly talked to her and sometimes recounted some sentences from Beckett which I won’t repeat here, nobody is sensitive to them except you and the blaarkoppen, and every time I longed more intensely that you would saunter around me when I put on my veterinary coat, buttoning buttons and going to work, then I hoped you would smile at me like you smiled so heavenly at the sinewy farmhands who during midday at the kitchen table hid behind their layered wall of sandwiches, garnished with a thick layer of butter and palingworst, but they did not dare to work on you, you were not the kind of animal they trained for, you did not have four stomaches, you had one, which was insatiable, and I knew you from a very young age, I knew you through and through, even if you were too young to be desired by me and simultaneously too spirited and too impatient for more spoon-feeding and fatherliness, and from your attitude I saw that you wanted to remove yourself from parental custudoy, from the farm where you grew up and which carried the name De Hulst, named after W.G van de Hulst, the only writer your father knew and whose entire oeuvre he had read and from whom he had read to you on good days, after which you dreamed that you were a sugar ball, that everyone delighted in your taste and craved to take a bite out of you, that you continuously had to protect your mellifluent body from the king, the sweet munchers, from ants, and maybe I should have taken this dream seriously I realise now as I write this, even though this was never to be written, I concentrated more on your posture instead of the dream, on how you were freeing yourself, not just from the farm but also from the stables next to it, there was asbestos in the roofs that dad refused to have removed because it was God who decided if you did or did not get cancer,
Thank you anon.
Nice
Instead, learn Danish for the sole purpose of reading Kierkegaard in his native language and getting a better idea of the ironic nuance and ambiguity between tro (belief) and tro (faith).
>In 2021, Rijneveld was selected by American poet Amanda Gorman to translate her work into Dutch. Rijneveld initially accepted the commission, but later withdrew after Dutch race advocate Janice Deul criticised the publisher for commissioning a white translator for the work of a black poet.[16]
THIS DESTROYS THE RIJNEgay
Not to mention the actual lack of diversity in his stories. Frankly, i don't see why we hail yet another oldwhite man.
the day the tomboy began to hate
Louisianabros...
AAARGH
Would it be totally insane for me to go to Louisiana for this?
Wait, goddamnit, this isn't in the U.S.
Am I wrong or are tannies often obsessed with their appearence, with posting selfies and attempting to control how other people perceive them
That might be true. Not sure what it has to do with Marieke, though.
Yes and it's based. Appearance > essence
Yeah, they really care about what others think of them.
Marieke says she is "non-binary" though. Depressed tomboy is probably how I'd put it.
>Yeah, they really care about what others think of them.
Idk, maybe there's a difference between that and spamming selfies and cutting off your breasts to appear more masculine
They come in a few types that I've discovered
These types I've come across include:
Hopelessly vain people who are exactly as you described,
>obsessed with their appearence, with posting selfies and attempting to control how other people perceive them
The ones using the gender bender as a fad. Hiding behind anime profile pictures and shitposting until society's views change focus.
and
The ones who view their birth gender as an honest to God birth defect - usually the most based and while likely to have real trauma as opposed to percieved trauma are usually pretty chill about it.
I'm no perfessor oak but they usually fall into one of these few camps.
I speak Dutch and I haven't even read anything from her. It honestly seems more palatable in English to me.
That’s a man
You must have very low standards for masculinity.
He is indeed
I'm not sure how to feel about the fact that so many other people are hopelessly in lust with this guy. His instagram is wall-to-wall simps. A bit depressing.
Everybody loves tomboys
And how! <3
I hope translatoranon comes through with page three today…
>those birthing hips
Hnnnngggg
I NEED TO CUM ON HIS BUTTHOLE AHHHHHHHHH
You people are all disgusting.
Rude.
You know it's a woman because it's trying so hard to look like man.
Never, which I thank God for.
Why don't you like MLR's writing?
>a tomboy with fat birthing hips
Frick...
Bros... I haven't had a crush like this since High Schoom...
What does it says?
She’s talking about how she saw this artwork the first time when she was doing a writing residency in Paris and how Jesus was her second love, the first being her elementary school teacher. But she loved her teacher more since she was able to sit in her lap and Jesus couldn’t offer her the same.
That’s kind of sweet. Maybe a little weird.
What the frick
=MOST BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK=
I saw the video installation "Mary" from the artist Bill Viola for the first time a few years ago, when I was at a writer's workshop in Paris. Ik had never heard of Bill Viola, but when I walked into the Grand Palais and saw this, I was sold. On the video you see Mary with the lifeless body of Jesus. Along with the female teachers I loved, my first love was Jesus. I was raised a Protestant and I was read to from the Bible both at school and at home. Though to be honest, I was in love with the female teacher more than with Jesus, because took me onto her lap and Jesus -- with all those people who believe in him -- can't hold a candle to that. That video touched me. How Mary was holding her son close, with one hand around his shoulder and the other around his knee. You can see the disbelief and the pain in her eyes, but also the infinite lvoe that she felt for him.
Oh my fricking god it's just a cheap reproduction of La Pieta with a Black actor playing Jesus
AAHAHAHAHAA
So she's into girls or what?
I believe he's interested in either gender.
Any partner that we know about?
I don't think so. I don't really want to know, though. Spoils my dumb fantasies of winning him over with some skillfully composed sonnets.
>favorite artwork is a looping video of actors playing the Pietà
>can’t resist bringing being a lesbian into it
Holy shit what a fricking ditz lmao. Ok dutchanons, flemanons, who are your ACTUAL famous writers?
reddit is thataway
This sounds like pure distilled redditkanker. Surely we can do better than this Dutchbros?
Nescio is good (though I'm not Dutch, read him in English translation).
he sucks in dutch tho: it's all: toen ging-i, ookiwooki, ah jenever!
What an utter fricking moron. Nescio’s incorporation of colloquial language was common across modernist literature of all languages. In fact, he was quite early to the party considering most of his shit was published in the early 1910’s. He also has some of the most sublime sentences written in the Dutch language.
Carry Slee.
>Jezus
do dutches really
Homographous with "your sister", a recipe for endless hilarity
"I loved the teacher more than your sister"
When the frick was she homographous, she admited she's gay
He's not committed to either gender. My god you people are fricking creepy. Yes, he's talented and good-looking, but fixating on his looks and sexuality this much is a little weird.
Whatever they are, they're lucky since they can actually pull off androgyny.
Are these posts made seriously? Homographs are homonyms with potentially different pronunciation, like lead in "to lead" and lead as in "lead pencil"
Nah, bro. You called her a homographous. Accept the blame
Wrong anon.
Illusion
This whole thing feels like if a novel had a subplot about a novel. Like how the films that people in films watch are always one more level of surreal than the film itself. This is the book that you would come up with if your novel featured a subplot about a novel.
>This is the book that you would come up with if your novel featured a subplot about a novel.
This has been literally already done 10,000 times
My heavenly favorite is the secret continuation of his first novel, The Discomfort. There must be a third part where Marieke's self-insertion turns into an adult
Good observation.
what makes you say that?
>woman writer
>troon
Not looking good so far guys but I'll look into it
>Marieke Lucas Rijneveld’s second novel tells the story of a forbidden love. An aging livestock veterinarian and a fourteen-year-old girl with a vivid imagination engage in a macabre dance as they explore their identity and sexuality.
...This is what you guys read?
>...This is what you guys read?
Not yet. It’s not out in English.
There's sexual abuse and jokes about the 9/11 too
Who?
Handsome and charming dairy farmer, poet, and Booker Award winning novelist Marieke Lucas Rijneveld.
pm'd you the translation, graag gedaan
>My Heavenly Favorite
Sounds pretentious?
Mediocre translation imo. The dutch sounds less cringe.
Opinions, rijnebros?
>Michele
better be an Italian guy, otherwise I find having this translated by a women highly problematical!...
>Maybe is this: that I have looked deep into your delightful nudity
>squeeze the juice from your delicious wiener
Jesus, Luke...
WHAT
It doesn’t actually say the thing about wiener.
I've been cucked
You lust after a troony. Life already cucked you
Is it depressing to have no taste
individually, the lines and images are pretty good, but 50 in a row of it is pretty frickin awkward, it would be better organized as a bulleted list or excel table or better yet a SQL database with a record for each body part and its assigned simile. that would also be more erotic, because as I said at present it is awk a f
i'm reading his first novel right now and it's all filth and misery and abjection all the time. kids sticking fingers in each other's buttholes. the novelty wears off quickly, but the author doesn't know when to stop
anyone up for stewed udders?
Just let me get out my good paper napkins
>8 days up
Blessed Rijnethread
>winnaar
I'm surprised that this thread, which was really just created out of hopeless desire for a beautiful boywoman who writes depressing books, has lasted this long. I suppose I must not be the only one out there.
MLR is the boy king of IQfy. Hail!
THE GOD OF THIS BOARD
Marieke's poem about the Texas shooting
dunno bout this one chief
Hmmmm
Reminder that sticking your dick up her vegana and sucking on her breasts means you're gay
those dirty frenchmen are getting it before we are
Something about translated editions just copying the original's cover design has something rather irksome for me
i like the idea of it, if it's out of respect to the author's vision or some shit, but it usually looks goofy as hell because languages are so different
brb declaring war on france
>Mon bel animal
>My dear animal
Do french really...?
Frick I'll read it because of the shilling here. Wish me luck anons
>February 2024
RIJNEBROS, NOOOOOOOOOO
we gotta keep this thread going till then
FRICK YOU
Michel, you lazy frick...
WHAT? A YEAR AND A HALF? UUGHHHH
It would take less time to just learn Dutch
Or learn french or italian or spanish. They already have their translation HAH!
I seriously think I might get the French edition. This is so stupid. Is there just no market for this book in the US or something?
they might have cooled on him over there after the gorman debacle. still, i totally expected the UK to jump on this quicker, seeing as the last one was a booker winnaar
Anglo sphere is just insular really. Compare it to the Houellebecq translations. Even those international authors considered big and literary – whom other European languages respect and more often or sooner translate – to the overall anglophone publishing landscape, are not considered a priority. Even if you're a Booker winner and can be marketed as trans, there's enough of those around, and ultimately (regardless of the quality) they just blend in among so many other NYT-blurbed books.
Fricking anglos, I swear...
Now I want to be chinese
what a terrible thread, bump
Look, the text on the cover is all shiny