Hester velmans biography sample

  • Bio.
  • Born in the Netherlands and educated in Switzerland and England, Hester Velmans is an author, editor and renowned translator who lives in.
  • Hester Velmans is a novelist, editor, and translator of French and Dutch literary fiction.
  • MUSINGS

    RANDOM RANTS, POEMS AND REFLECTIONS

    Mind Reading for Luddites


    What to look for on entering a room:
    clues littered across coffee tables,
    hunt for well-thumbed evidence
    in bookcases, fading pictures
    on the wall. A world of
    insight in ruffled magazines,
    yellowed newspaper.  I am curious,
    hello, what have we here?
    Scraps of mind-litter, dandruff
    of human longing, a slough
    of dear forgotten things.  It
    pays, I tell you, to probe
    the printed marrow,
    the pulp
    if you wish to
    get down to the bone
    and troll for
    buried whimsies. Go
    only by the book:
    accept no offhand offerings
    of electronic screens
    flickering in every nook.
    They won’t let you off the hook,
    for you and I know they are but black holes
    that suck you in
    and spit you out
    and leave you
    none the wiser.
                            — 3/12/

    Shelf Life

    9/2/15

    Back in the days when I thought it would be a cinch
    to command a print run of, say, thirty thousand,
    I used to dream of being read, dozens of readers
    dawdling over every inch, dallying
    with each irresistible insight.
    I thought of our intercourse
    as a fertile two-way street,
    spurring us all onto a higher
    plane of understanding. You,
    reader, would root
    for me

    Hester Velmans’ Choice: Lucas Rijneveld and Herman Franke

    Every month, a translator of Dutch into English gives literary tips by answering two questions: which translated book by a Flemish or Dutch author should everyone read? And, which book deserves an English translation? To get publishers excited, an excerpt has already been translated. Hester Velmans excites us for a ‘gripping, shocking, upsetting and gross’ novel by Lucas Rijneveld, winner of the International Booker Prize, and for the last book by Herman Franke, who died far too early.

    Must-read: ‘My Heavenly Favorite’ by Lucas Rijneveld

    Lucas Rijneveld
    © Jouk Oosterhof

    The obsessive, destructive love affair of a year-old veterinarian and a year-old farmer’s daughter is told as a stream-of-consciousness confession by the vet. It’s the language that sets this book apart. The veterinary metaphors are stunningly evocative: “You lay like a breeched calf in the nursery of my degenerate desires.” The veterinary terms are almost biblical, alliterative, incantatory. The sentences run on breathlessly for pages, but they are not hard to read; they are rhythmic, persuasive, hypnotic. Set against an almost wicked delight in the descriptions of blood, excrement, puss, and insemination as the man goes about his veterinary ch

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  • from Slow Light by Bandleader Franke

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