Do you know what I like so much about Kluun? His self-awareness. He once said: “I may not be the best writer with the most beautiful sentences, but I can write quite nicely from A to B.” And that’s it. You can see it in your mind, you are there, you feel it and you taste it. I have rarely cried so hard at a book as I did with Komt een vrouw bij de dokter. Kluun remains true to character Stijn, whom we also saw in De weduwnaar and Komt een vrouw bij de dokter. Stijn is back, older, sadder but certainly not wiser. His first wife has passed away, the relationship with his second wife is over, and all the affairs that followed were temporary. Meanwhile, he hops from party to party and decides that when his daughter turns 21, he needs to get his life back on track. In every way. He goes back to his roots and seeks the emptiness of Ireland to come to terms with himself. Will he succeed? I have it on top of the pile for this weekend. Little house, little hearth, Kluuntje. Bring it on.
