#jente posthuma

[derangedrhythms]

For the longest time, I thought that the use of clichés signalled a lack of imagination. I didn’t understand they were formulas you could use to keep other people at a safe distance.

Jente Posthuma, What I’d Rather Not Think About, tr. Sarah Timmer Harvey

[judgingbooksbycovers]

People With No Charisma

By Jente Posthuma.

Design by Luke Bird.

[intellectures]

Leuchtende Prosa: Jenny Erpenbeck gewinnt International Booker Prize

Erstmals in der Geschichte des International Booker Prize gewinnt mit Jenny Erpenbeck eine deutschsprachige Autorin den renommierten Booker Prize für internationale Literatur.

Erstmals in der Geschichte des International Booker Prize gewinnt eine deutschsprachige Autorin den renommierten Booker Prize für internationale Literatur. Die Jury unter dem Vorsitz der kanadischen Schriftstellerin Eleanor Wachtel zeichnet die englische Übersetzung von Erpenbecks letztem Roman »Kairos« aus. Die Hälfte des mit 50.000 Euro dotierten Preises geht an den Übersetzer Michael…

View On WordPress

[granularbrain]

"I walked over to the window and breathed onto the glass until it grew misty. Using my forefinger, I drew my brother's face. He'd been dead for two years. I stroked his cheek, which felt cold and damp. I stroked his face again and again until I'd accidentally erased it."

– Jente Posthuma, tr. by Sarah Timmer Harvey, from what I'd rather not think about

[granularbrain]

Jente Posthuma, tr. by Sarah Timmer Harvey, from what I'd rather not think about

[granularbrain]

"Sometimes we worked on a safe strategy designed to prevent him from accessing lethal substances but there were other days when we'd sit side by side googling which powders to use for a painless death."

– Jente Posthuma, tr. by Sarah Timmer Harvey, from what I'd rather not think about

[granularbrain]

"I asked what he dreamed about.

For a long time, I didn't have any dreams, he said, because if your dreams don't come true, you're stuck with them.

And now?

Now I dream of disappearing.

What do you mean, like Dad when he left?

No, truly disappearing.

Like Dad when he died?

He said: I don't want to die but I don't want to live either.

I said: if you truly disappear, that means you can't come back."

– Jente Posthuma, tr. by Sarah Timmer Harvey, from what I'd rather not think about

[granularbrain]

"I understood how you could feel so unimportant that you could only live vicariously through someone else. And when you're sitting too close to someone, you're incapable of seeing them clearly."

– Jente Posthuma, tr. by Sarah Timmer Harvey, from what I'd rather not think about