ik begon het te lezen als deel van mijn ‘geen gsm voor het slapengaan’- routine waardoor ik telkens wel gewoon moe was wanneer ik eraan begon. Kort: ik begreep (vooral in het begin) niet wie over wie of wat aan het spreken was maar bleef lezen omdat ik oprecht geïntrigeerd was door het boek!
Kristien schreef dit zó, dat er tussen elk hoofdstuk een generatie breuk is, maar na 3/4 van het boek wordt pas echt duidelijk hoe elk personage met elkaar verbonden was. deze zoektocht was één van de redenen dat ik bleef lezen! toen ik klaar was met lezen herlas ik het begin en begreep het (beter).
dit is een boek dat je leest in de rapte van het leven en gedwongen wordt het neer te zetten door verplichtingen maar er wel altijd naar uitkijkt om het weer vast te pakken! je maakt tijd vrij voor dit boek!
en als iemand zich nog afvraagt over wat het gaat; Veel vrouwen, af en toe een man
(4 sterren omdat ik nu wel nog met de vraag zit of ik dit boek wel écht begrepen heb, ik heb ervan genoten maar niet zeker of de essentie ervan mij binnengedrongen is)
Must be the worst book I have read since Nemen wij dan samen afscheid van de liefde. And that is only because, added to the total shallowness of the characters and the uneventfulness of the story, Paul Baeten Gronda's style is also painful to plough through.
But try this, it is Kristien Hemmerechts' plot.
A woman named Jana Bekkers (and giving a name is about as deep as Hemmerechts goes where character description is concerned) is married to a guy called Ivo, whom she occasionally cheats on. She is more or less a neurotic nutcase, but still Ivo and her sister support her in everything she does. Jana is invited to a television show for the unemployed. After seeing the broadcast, the principal of a school calls and offers her the job of psychology teacher. Jana runs away from the school because she gets cold feet, but the principal insists and gets her to come back. In class there are two pupils who stand out. One is an arrogant youngster who plays with a knife, the other is a teacher's pet.
Now there is a reason why the principal wanted Jana at her school. In the distant past, the principal and two other girls had Latin from Jana's grandmother. They went to Trieste together, but while they were there, a nun who had been mistreated by the grandmother made a suicide attempt and was crippled for life. Now, the former pupil is the principal and the other two are colleagues of Jana, all at the same school.
Jana gets another call from the television people. She likes that, because she hopes to cheat on her husband with the producer of the show. They give her an audition as a talk show host, because the producer "likes her on-screen charisma". Unfortunately, the first lady she has to interview is her colleague, one that wants to nag about the trauma with the suicidal nun and her grandmother's responsability. (Very weird, no?) Anyway, Jana gets cold feet again and legs it.
A friend of her husband, whom she has already slept with, unbeknownst to him, comes to visit. Jana tries to make the friend jealous, because she is still a bit angry with him. At the time they went to bed together, he felt guilty towards his friend and she didn't appreciate that too much. Now it turns out that the friend told Ivo that he liked his wife.
The teacher's pet calls at Jana's house, but she doesn't really have a lot too say apart from the fact that she is actually a good friend of the agressive dude with the knife.
In the end, the school principal invites Jana in her office and explains why they wanted her to teach there, because they knew her grandmother and because of what happened to the nun.
Soooooooooooo... and now you might wonder: Is the teacher pet going to become a dangerous stalker? What about knife boy? Will the principal and the colleagues exact revenge on Jana for the sins of her grandmother? Will the husband's best friend openly court her?
But no, alas! The book ends with the talk in the principals office. A story that started out nowhere, contained some bollocks, abruptly ends... nowhere.
Dat ik het gelezen heb kan ik ondanks de kwalijke reputatie van mevrouw Hemmerechts in mijn vriendenkring nog beargumenteren. Zwakjes maar om te weten hoe slecht iets is, is een beschrijving vaak onvoldoende. Nu vraag ik mijn niet meer af waarom ik dit boek gelezen heb, maar waarom iemand überhaupt dit boek zou willen lezen. Op geen enkel ogenblik wordt ook maar de minste motivatie of karaktertrek van eender welk inwisselbaar personage mij ook maar in het minst duidelijk.