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Natasha Brown - 4 - Goodbyes

7 November 2021

By 7:15pm, Juffrouw Idastraat is abuzz. A considerable queue of literary enthusiasts extends back from the Schuilkerk door, where security guys check wristbands and wave people through. We’re here to see the 2021 European Literature Prize awarded to Saša Stanišić and Annemarie Vlaming for the Dutch translation of Stanišić’s novel Herkomst, crowned “the best contemporary European novel translated into Dutch” of the last year. In her acceptance speech, Vlaming speaks of stewarding a ship carrying Stanišić’s words. In his, Stanišić condemns a bicycle thief (his red racing bike was stolen just last week) to increasingly dire lifelong inconveniences — before sharing that, of his many accolades, the European Literature Prize, with its emphasis on the artistry of translation, is his favourite. The atmosphere is light, but also sincere; Stanišić even speaks of the importance of lightness in his work, and its relationship to emotional depth. At the event’s end, a final round of applause for the winners thunders up from the pews.


There’s something special here, at the Crossing Border festival. Literature, language, and the bridging art form — translation — are celebrated in a way I’ve never seen before. Tonight, our residency at the festival ends. We stand around outside the Mercure hotel still talking, and laughing, into the early hours of the morning. Not quite ready for goodbyes.

A bigger, more rambunctious group, wearing ADDICT wristbands and drinking beer, has also gathered just inside the hotel lobby. It’s the industry professionals — the agents, editors and scouts. Our groups eventually intermingle. “Crossing Border is Frankfurt this year,” I overhear in the din, a stray note from the cacophony of pithy one-liners. It’s amazing that the staff indulge us all. But I’m glad they do. Amongst us writers, community is crucial, and we found it here during the festival.


A short piece today; I’m tired, it shows through my words. Clunky clauses, saccharine conclusions — I’m embarrassed to send it to Nevorice. I’ll postpone a discussion of The Chronicles’ grand finale, and my reflections on the last few days, to my next and final post.

Tot ziens.


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Natasha Brown - 3 - Meetings

Illuminated in a cone of hazy blue light, Colson Whitehead appears ethereal, almost spectral. We’re in the Korzo Theatre Raven room again, the same place as last night, though now it’s reconfigured for a live band performance. The graduated rows of seating have disappeared in favour of a large dance flooresque area — standing room only, both of Whitehead’s events today have completely sold out — packed with people staring up at the double Pulitzer Prize winning author.

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Zie The Chronicles live tijdens Crossing Border 2021