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Graham Swift Was je maar hier. Spraakmakende boeken , 28 maart 2013 Hans Jansen. Graham Swift. The Sweet Shop Owner Shuttlecock ( Vederbal ) Learning to Swim & Other Stories Waterland ( Waterland ) Out of This World (De Wereld uit ) Ever After (Lang en gelukkig )
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Graham SwiftWas je maar hier Spraakmakendeboeken, 28 maart 2013 Hans Jansen
Graham Swift • The Sweet Shop Owner • Shuttlecock (Vederbal) • Learning to Swim & Other Stories • Waterland (Waterland) • Out of This World (De Werelduit) • Ever After (Lang en gelukkig) • Last Orders (Laatsteronde) • The Light of Day (Het volledaglicht) • Tomorrow (Morgen) • Wish You Were Here (Was je maar hier)
Gedeelde thema’s • Buurkinderen • Moederloos • Vader pleegt zelfmoord • Kinderloos
Namen • Jack (DoddsLast Orders; LuxtonWish You Were Here) • Tom (Crick Waterland; LuxtonWish You Were Here) • Dick (Crick Waterland) • Freddie (Parr Waterland; LuxtonWish You Were Here) • George (Webb The Light of Day; LuxtonWish You Were Here) • Bill (UnwinEver 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
John Denver: Postcards from Paris Dearfriend of mine, the weather's fine.Today I sawsomeruins of the Roman world'sdecline.And I climbedallthose Spanish steps,you'veheard of them no doubt.But Rome has lost itsglory,I don'tknowwhatit'sabout.I wishyouwerehere -when the shadowsfallandall the rushingtraffic'sstill.I wishyouwerehere -when the bells are ringing on the sevenhills.I make my way to a small cafe,I wonder whatyoudidtoday.Wishyouwerehere.Dearone at home, I justflew in from Rome.Paris is a postcardalldecked out in colour chrome.Andso I climbed the Eiffel Towerandprayed at Notre Dame.But I justcan'tfind the romance,and I wonder why I came.I wishyouwerehere -on the ChampsElysées loverswalking hand in hand.I wishyouwerehere -they take one look at me andseemtounderstand.Thiscity of light is a lovely site,the first bright star I seetonight.Wishyouwerehere.Now I writethisfrom the plane,drinkingcheap champagne,andwonderingwhytwopeoplegotso far apart.I wishyouwerehere -here in London where the rain is pouring downI wishyouwerehere -on thisairplaneheaded back to New York Town.I'll never leaveyoualoneagain,I'mcoming home but untilthen,wishyouwerehere, I wishyouwerehere.Wishyouwerehere.
Pink Floyd: Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk-on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
boektitels • Tom Holt, Wish You Were Here 1998 • Nick Webb, Wish You Were Here (The official biography of Douglas Adams) • Stewart O’Nan, Wish You Were Here, 2002 • Mike Gayle, Wish You Were Here, 2007 • Travis Elborough, Wish You Were Here (England on Sea) • Film 1987, 2012 • Musical
Wish You Were Here • Het ideaal van de kust • Brigwell Bay • Isle of White: The Lookout • Saint Lucia: Sapphire Beach
The field • Het weiland • Het slagveld • Het veld • Barton Field • DCM • 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
Verteltechniek • Herhaling • Variatie • Opbouw
Hoe kon Jack nu zeggenwathijgezegd had? (42) • Hoe kon Jack dat nu hebbengezegd? • Hoe kon Jack dat nu gezegdhebben? (44) • Hoe kon Jack nu hebbengezegdwathijgezegd had? (46) • We moeten Saint Lucia nu maar afzeggen. (63) • En daarna had Jack die opmerkinggemaakt 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 Blake Nought 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 suchthingdone on Albion'sshore?
Wish You Were Here Are these things done on Albion’s shore?