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zaterdag, 1 juli 2000

Filth
Vanmiddag in de boekwinkel geweest, was eigenlijk op zoek naar 'Timequake' van Kurt Vonnegut, maar die hadden ze niet. Ik lees literatuur het liefst in de originele taal, dus toen ik in de Engelse sectie aan het neuzen was zag ik een nieuwe van Irvine Welsh: 'Filth'. Volgens mij al een tijdje uit, maar de definitie van 'nieuws' is als je iets voor de eerste keer ziet, n'est-ce pas?

Ik baseer m'n aankoop vaak op de eerste bladzijde. Bevalt de stijl van de opening me, dan koop ik 'm. Ik citeer van de eerste pagina van 'Filth':

He's trying to speak now. What is it that he is trying to say to me?
Help. Police. Hospital.
Or was it help please hospital? It doesn't really matter, that little point of detail because his life is ebbing away: human existence distilled to begging for the emergency services.
You pushed me away mister. You rejected me. You tricked me and spoiled things between me and my true love. I've seen you before. Long ago, just lying there as you are now. Black, broken, dying. I was glad then and I'm glad now.
I reach into my bag and I pull out my claw hammer.
Part of me is elsewhere as I'm bringing it down on his head. He can't resist my blows. They'd done him in good, the others.
After two fruitless strikes I feel a surge of euphoria on my third as his head bursts open. His blood fairly skooshes out, covering his face like an oily waterfall and driving me into a frenzy; I'm smashing at his head and his skull is cracking and opening and I'm digging the claw hammer into the matter of his brain and it smells but that's only him pissing and shitting and the fumes are sticking fast in the still winter air and I wrench the hammer out, and stagger backwards to watch his twitching death throes, seeing him coming from terror to that graceless state of someone who knows that he is definitely falling and I feel myself losing my balance in those awkward shoes and I correct myself, turning and moving down the old stairway into the street.

Leuk leesvoer, toch? Heb het boek dus maar gekocht.

Vastgelogd op 05:57

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