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De avonden

Gerard Reve

Paperback | Pages: 191 pages

Rating: 3.51 | 7145 Users | 422 Reviews

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Title	:	De avonden
Author	:	Gerard Reve
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	First Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 191 pages
Published	:	1997 by De Bezige Bij (first published 1947)
Categories	:	Fiction. European Literature. Dutch Literature. Classics. Literature

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De Avonden vertelt het verhaal van Frits van Egters, die in de donkere decemberdagen van vlak na de Tweede Wereldoorlog zich een houding probeert te geven tegenover zijn ouders en vrienden. Over alles ligt een grijze waas van melancholie, en met zijn eigenzinnige gevoel voor humor probeert hij door het pantser van de verveling te breken. In het ontroerende slothoofdstuk komt hij tot het louterende inzicht dat hij door te kijken en te observeren de zinloosheid heeft bezworen: 'Het is gezien, het is niet onopgemerkt gebleven.'

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Original Title:	De avonden: een winterverhaal
ISBN:	902342493X (ISBN13: 9789023424932)
Edition Language:	Dutch
Characters:	Frits van Egters
Setting:	Netherlands Amsterdam,1946(Netherlands)
Literary Awards:	Reina Prinsen Geerligsprijs (1947)

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'Evenings' by Gerard Reve (translated by Sam Garrett)3.5 stars/ 7 out of 10I had not heard of the author before, despite reading a lot of fiction in translation, so I was interested to read a book by him.The translation of the novel flows easily. The novel describes 10 evenings in the life of the narrator, Frits van Egters. It has an unusual opening that gripped my attention.The level of detail of the humdrum nature of home life built up an atmosphere of boredom very effectively.I was impressed

This book is supposed to be a classic, in the top ten favorites of Dutch literature. I have read other books by Dutch authors that are incredible, amazing, etc. This one was not one of themThe book info says: "Twenty-three-year-old Frits - office worker, daydreamer, teller of inappropriate jokes - finds life absurd and inexplicable. He lives with his parents, who drive him mad. He has terrible, disturbing dreams of death and destruction. Sometimes he talks to a toy rabbit."All I can say about it

Got to page 65 and along with a massive sigh, dropped it. Nothing in the protagonists, intrigue or description of events is done enough here to keep me interested in this book. The first 20 pages were sort of promising as we could see an existentialist vein in the writing but the author doesn't exploit it.

Arguably the most pointless book I've ever read, and I absolutely loved it. Frits lives at home with his parents, who irritate him immeasurably, and obsseses about baldness, between fiddling with the radio, leafing idly through books and visiting his friends, which then causes him anxiety about maintaining conversations. Nothing of any note happens, but his life is laid so open, what's created is both hilarious and heroic. A genuine joy, and a searing look at the emptiness of life, as relevant

Valuable time, time irretrievable, have I squanderedAn inexplicably good read by the Dutch author Gerard Reve, very much comparable to Becketts Waiting for Godot. The Evenings protagonist is a 23 year old clerk, Fritz, who lives with his parents. The story follows his ten mundane days, from 22nd of December through the New Years, spent in a pedestrian fashion with bickering, bantering, casual gossip and conversational relays that lead nowhere. Ennui of life in general is set in contrast to the

This book sparked a conversation, a dispute over whether it was important to know as much as possible about the author, or whether the story should be judged solely on what's on the page. I'm of the former belief - about 1/2 way through this book, I almost gave up on it, bogged down by the negativism of the central character, his unpleasant nature, obsession with looks (baldness in particular), rudeness to family and friends. Then I read more about Reve and this book in particular. Turns out

The potatoes are very good, her mother said making prolonged eye contact with me. I looked down at my plate. The potatoes were fine, but very good seemed like an exaggeration. This thought lay wriggling on my tongue, but I managed to swallow it and instead make an unconvincing noise of agreement. Its warm in here, isnt it? her father said to no one in particular. It is, I felt compelled to reply, and immediately regretted it. Her mother pursed her lips. Should I have said that the temperature