2009/06/24 Amsterdam
Family
Best seller
Somewhere in 2007 a Dutch newspaper asked me to lead a “literary boot camp”.
The idea was that soldiers coming back from Afghanistan would be interested in writing about their experiences, but were too shy to do so.
With the right encouragement dozens of soldiers would write about their tours in Afghanistan.
In reality the interest was rather limited, but we didn’t give up and today the third and last literary boot camp took place.
In November we hope to publish a collection of stories from soldiers.
One of the officers present today was my friend Niels who had published a book already about his tour in Afghanistan. The book became a minor best seller and hopefully will be soon a major best seller.
He told me: “There are other things I could write about, but if I would do that at the end I may have written a bestseller, but I won’t have a family anymore.”
“Well,” I said, “I can only speak for myself, but between a family and a bestseller I would always choose literature.”
19 comments
arnon
what if the family would be really, really cool one?
We are moving and today I found a card in one of our archive boxes. The following words are written on it: "Un artiste ne devrait pas avoir de famille".
That's a choice I have to make. To this day my choice is still clear.
In 1990 I was living in Jerusalem, for no good reason. In the summer of 1991 I went to India. Much against the wish of my companion at the time. And his mother. She had already shown me the pots and pans for our future household, and tucked away behind them, the gold, for me. She was fierce and wrinkled, and to this day I remember her cleavage and the taste of her Friday night meals. Throughout the war she never once opened the cardboard box that contained her gasmask, filter and IM injection. She would discard the bombs, the war and India in her Maghrebi dialect, with some dramatic gesturing towards the brand new kitchen accessories. I couldn’t understand much of her ramblings. To me it sounded like she was speaking in tongues.
He shouted “If you go, you will never see me again!” And later, in a letter he wrote “ You are a whore.” After the war ended, I found out that a lot of those masks were already expired US cast-offs.
Arnon
Is that your friend Niels in the picture? I think he looks positive. Like someone you might describe as a really nice guy.
Hille
Yes.
Andrea
Do you want to start a family with me? Do you want my semen?
URGENT
Arnon, is your semen for sale? How much do you charge for one injection? You are willing to sell your mother, so why not your semen. Remember, I am a desperate woman.
Arnon
While having breakfast I was thinking of this entry and wondered: don't you have secret kids all over the world, and if not, what are you waiting for? But I see you're already working on it.
A remarkable man who can make and keep his choice. Most of us are Harlequin, servants of more than one master.
(I noticed there are as many varieties in family life as there were in monastery life)
Jan
Secret kids, an excellent idea.
I would keep it a secret.
Soldiers
On Dutch TV, NL 1 Sunday 28th juin 12:55 h: ‘VPRO: Voor de Vrede’ (soldiers about their experiences on the field and at home)
Mieke
Why so urgent? Are you ovulating?
Does the woman need to live up to any standards?
I mean, you do want a good mother for you child, wether you would ever see it or not. Or would you like your child to have to most unstable mother person there is?
Van der Meer
Yes, of course.
Sander
Once a month.
arnon
i would have to think abou it.
Do you thnk we woul be good together?