Christopher Brookmyre, Adrian Matejka

De Schotse schrijver Christopher Brookmyre werd geboren op 6 september 1968 in Glasgow. Zie ook alle tags voor Christopher Brookmyre op dit blog.

Uit: The Cut

“To be fair, Jerry was surprised that it had taken quite this long for one of the braying posh boys to accuse the weirdo from Dreghorn of being a thief.
From the moment he first rocked up at the halls of residence, he had felt like he didn’t belong, and little that had happened since had disabused him of this notion. It would have been reassuring to learn that everybody felt the same way, being new to uni, new to living away, new to the city, but he felt like he was an absolute beginner surrounded by veterans. Which would have made some sense had they all been second- or third-year students, but so many of his fellow freshers seemed so much more comfortable in their new environment. It was like they had all been on an induction course. Maybe it was a final-year option at posh schools.
He had come back from his morning lecture and was walking through the common area when he detected an energy change in the room. He didn’t need to believe in a sixth sense or any of that pish to know that his presence was the thing that changed it. He immediately felt scrutinized. Had to be that prick Danby. Who the hell had that for a first name? Him and his mates acted like they owned the place, probably because they knew that given enough time, they probably would. Or Daddy would, at least, but when he signed it over to them, they’d tell themselves they had earned it. Born three-nothing up and convinced they’d scored a hat trick.
Danby had been talking to the warden when Jerry walked in. He suspected that wasn’t good.
‘There he is,’ he heard Danby say, before calling out: ‘Hey, you, Rob Zombie, I want a word.’
Jerry had spent years growing his hair into dreads like Chris Barnes, Rob Flynn or indeed Rob Zombie, but he doubted Danby would have recognized any of them. The guy had called him that purely because of what it said on the T-shirt he was wearing.
Jerry just kept walking to his room, where he slung his backpack and his battle jacket on the bed and closed the door. Less than ten seconds later, there was an insistent hammering on it. Even the cadence screamed entitlement.
Part of him wanted to let the fucker stand there, just lock the door and stick on his headphones, but he knew he would only be postponing a problem.
Jerry opened his door, and there, of course, was Danby, with his two wingmen hovering behind, and that lassie Philippa, who was always staring at him like he was a sideshow freak.”

 

Christopher Brookmyre (Glasgow, 6 september 1968)

 

De Afro-Amerikaanse dichter Adrian Matejka werd geboren in Neurenberg, Duitsland, op 5 september 1971 en groeide op in Californië en Indiana. Zie ook alle tags voor Adrian Matejka op dit blog.

 

Nog een lange weg te gaan

—naar St. Joe Louis Omringd door Slangen (1982), Jean-Michel Basquiat

In de paarse omhelzing tussen avond en nog meer
avond rookten jongens sigaretten tot aan hun muntachtige
uiteinde en praatten over billen als gekke hammen en heupen

als een dreun, hun monden krulden van gretige bewondering en hun levendige
handen vormden de lucht—handpalmen naar beneden en handpalmen naar boven
in halve cirkels van verbijstering. De C-vorm die de tabak

nog gloeiend tussen de vingers maakt, is het dichtst
dat een van deze jongens vandaag bij de heup van een meisje zal komen.
Daarom kapten deze jongens, in dunne hemdjes en hopeloze

shirts, gesprekken gemakkelijk af van ‘Kijk eens hoe ik haar
pak’ tot ‘Kom op, sukkel’, waarbij ze schouders en vuisten
naar elkaar wierpen als kleine superhelden zonder schurken

om tegen te vechten. Geen capes, met blote vuisten. Geen redding van de buurt
ook, want bij elke worp breekt er iets.

 

Vertaald door Frans Roumen

 

Adrian Matejka (Neurenberg, 5 september 1971)

 

Zie voor nog meer schrijvers van de 6e september ook mijn blog van 6 september 2025 en ook mijn blog van 6 september 2019 en ook mijn blog van 6 september 2017 en ook mijn blog van 6 september 2015 deel 2.