Shortly after my first novel was published in the Netherlands the editor-in-chief of a Dutch weekly (VPRO-gids) asked me to do an interview with the novelist Jan Wolkers.
I traveled to his house on the island of Texel with was then my girlfriend and is now the mother of my godson, and the conversation was extremely pleasant.
At the end of the afternoon Wolkers said to us: “I guess, you just met on the boat.” According to the Dutch newspaper Trouw he spent his last day laughing and talking with his two sons and his wife. He ate two sandwiches with jam and then went to bed.
He never woke up again.