Amélie Nothomb
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born
August 13, 1967
gender
female
place of birth
Kōbe, Japan
about this author
Amélie Nothmb was born in Kobe, Japan to Belgian diplomats. She lived there until she was five years old, and then subsequently lived in China, New York, Bangladesh, Burma, a stint in Coventry and Laos.
She is from a distinguished Belgian political family; she is notably the grand-niece of Charles-Ferdinand Nothomb, a Belgian foreign minister (1980-1981). Her first novel, Hygiène de l'assassin, was published in 1992. Since then, she has published approximately one novel per year with a.o. Les Catilinaires (1995), Stupeur Et Tremblements (1999) and Métaphysique des tubes (2000).
She has been awarded numerous prizes, including the 1999 Grand Prix du roman de l'Académie française; the Prix René-Fallet; and twice...more
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Stupeur Et Tremblements by Amélie Nothomb avg rating 3.76 — 576 ratings — published 1999 24 editions |
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Metaphysique Des Tubes by Amélie Nothomb avg rating 3.87 — 276 ratings — published 2000 20 editions |
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Hygiene De L'Assassin by Amélie Nothomb avg rating 3.65 — 230 ratings — published 1992 11 editions |
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Cosmetique De L'ennemi by Amélie Nothomb avg rating 3.51 — 152 ratings — published 1997 14 editions |
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Mercure by Amélie Nothomb avg rating 3.67 — 143 ratings — published 1998 11 editions |
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Antichrista by Amélie Nothomb avg rating 3.23 — 155 ratings — published 2003 15 editions |
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Le Sabotage Amoureux by Amélie Nothomb avg rating 3.55 — 137 ratings — published 1993 14 editions |
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The Book of Proper Names: A Novel by Amélie Nothomb avg rating 3.76 — 125 ratings — published 2002 17 editions |
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Biographie De La Faim by Amélie Nothomb avg rating 3.65 — 128 ratings — published 2004 12 editions |
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Les Catilinaires by Amélie Nothomb avg rating 3.42 — 132 ratings — published 1995 9 editions |
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"Il y a des beautés qui sautent aux yeux et d'autres qui sont écrites en hyéroglyphes: on met du temps à déchiffrer leur splendeur mais, quand elle est apparue, elle est plus belle que la beauté."
— Amélie Nothomb
— Amélie Nothomb
"God isn't chocolate, he's the encounter between chocolate and the palate capable of appreciating it."
— Amélie Nothomb
— Amélie Nothomb
"Water beneath me, water above me, water in me--I was water. How appropriate that the one definition of the Japanese character for my name was "rain." I, too, was precious and copious, inoffensive and deadly, silent and raucous, joyous and despicable, live-giving and corrosive, pure and grasping, patient and insidious, musical and off-key--but more than any of that, and beyond all those things, I was invulnerable.
...From the heights and depths of my diluvian life, I knew that I was rain and rain was rapture. Some realised it would be best to accept me, let me overwhelm them, let me be who I was. There was no greater luxury than to fall to earth, in sprinkles or in buckets, lashing faces and drenching countryside, swelling sources and overflowing rivers, spoiling weddings and consecrating burials, the blesssing and curse of the skies.
My rainy childhood thrived in Japan like a fish in water.
Tired of my unending passion for my element, Nishio-san would finally call to me, "Out of the lake! You'll dissolve!"
Too late. I had dissolved long before."
— Amélie Nothomb
...From the heights and depths of my diluvian life, I knew that I was rain and rain was rapture. Some realised it would be best to accept me, let me overwhelm them, let me be who I was. There was no greater luxury than to fall to earth, in sprinkles or in buckets, lashing faces and drenching countryside, swelling sources and overflowing rivers, spoiling weddings and consecrating burials, the blesssing and curse of the skies.
My rainy childhood thrived in Japan like a fish in water.
Tired of my unending passion for my element, Nishio-san would finally call to me, "Out of the lake! You'll dissolve!"
Too late. I had dissolved long before."
— Amélie Nothomb































