Today a symposium about the translation and the international reception of my work took place in Ghent.
I sat on a panel together with a few of my translators. During the discussion my German translator asked whether it was possible to smell human excrements during “normal” heterosexual sex. (His question was based on an excerpt from my novel "Tirza".)
Dinner afterwards was as pleasant as the comments made by my German translator. No irony involved here.