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

Poppies

Fallen heroes

Repatriation day

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 BlakeNought 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