The stuffiness from Maeve Brennan's stories is easy to spot at the moment

by Onno Weggemans
10 January 202129 March 2022
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Ik herlees De twaalfjarige bruiloft, een kort verhaal van Maeve Brennan. Achter haar eenvoudige zinnen gaat een claustrofobische wereld schuil. De personages stikken bijna in hun angst, eenzaamheid en onderdrukte woede. Als lezer voel ik me een goudvis in een kom met te weinig water.
Het leven van de schrijfster is een speelfilm waard. Ze wordt geboren in 1917 en groeit op in een voorstadje van Dublin, als dochter van katholieke ouders die strijden voor Ierse onafhankelijkheid. Haar vader is vaa...

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