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    A Beautiful Young Wife
    A Beautiful Young Wife
    A Beautiful Young Wife
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    A Beautiful Young Wife

    By Tommy Wieringa

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    ‘He had never married and had never been with one woman for long; he had always remained a collector of first times.’

    Edward Landauer, a brilliant microbiologist in his forties, meets a beautiful young woman. She is the love of his life, and when the two marry in France, Edward is the happiest man in the world. At first, Ruth Walta appears to represent a victory over time, but even she cannot stop him growing older.

    After the birth of their long-awaited son, the ‘happiness, delicate like filigree’ turns into something new, and Edward no longer recognises his great romance nor the woman who induced it.

    PRAISE FOR TOMMY WIERINGA

    ‘Brilliantly written … the last few pages are mesmerising.’ The Saturday Age

    ‘While the narrative focuses on the collapse of one man’s world, it still raises huge moral questions … Haunting.’ The Sunday Times

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherScribe Publications
    Release dateAug 1, 2016
    ISBN9781925307276
    A Beautiful Young Wife
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    Tommy Wieringa

    Tommy Wieringa was born in 1967 and grew up partly in the Netherlands, and partly in the tropics. He began his writing career with travel stories and journalism, and is the author of several internationally bestselling novels. His fiction has been longlisted for the Booker International Prize, shortlisted for the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award and the Oxford/Weidenfeld Prize, and has won Holland’s Libris Literature Prize.

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    • 4/5
      Very beautiful novella, intense story in which you must feel something for the man, albeit someone with doubtful principles in his relationship. A tryly nice writing style, very stylish. From all roses and glamour towards total descent on the social scale in only 90 pages.
    • 3/5
      Short story of an older scientist who falls in love with a younger woman. After marrying her she becomes pregnant and he begins an affair with an even younger assistant at his work. His wife believes their child can't stand the company of him so he is expelled from the house and starts living/sleeping in his office at the university. After this is forbidden and his affair is stopped but his superior announces 'having trouble with his behaviour and performance' he collapses during one of the last lectures before summer recess.As a second theme there is also his wife's disgust with him testing medicine on animals and being paid by the pharmaceutical industry for developing medicine against viruses that threaten the bio-industry. He collapses as he remembers how much he cared for a white chicken as a child and now feeling only disgust visiting chickenfarms and advising mass-killing as the cheapest way to contain a virus that maybe will become dangerous for human beings in the future.But Wieringa is no Coetzee and the story is 'easy reading' about the trouble of the generic elitist white-male that doesnot succeed in staying happy after marrying a (much) younger wife.

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    A Beautiful Young Wife - Tommy Wieringa

    A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG WIFE

    Tommy Wieringa was born in 1967, and grew up partly in the Netherlands and partly in the tropics. He began his writing career with travel stories and journalism, and is the author of five other novels. His fiction has been shortlisted for the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award and the Oxford/Weidenfeld Prize, and has won Holland’s Libris Literature Prize.

    Sam Garrett has translated some forty novels and works of non-fiction. He has won prizes and appeared on shortlists for some of the world’s most prestigious literary awards, and is the only translator to have twice won the British Society of Authors’ Vondel Prize for Dutch-English translation.

    For my brothers in arms: who else?

    Scribe Publications

    18–20 Edward St, Brunswick, Victoria 3056, Australia

    2 John Street, London, WC1N 2ES, United Kingdom

    Originally published in Dutch by De Bezige Bij as Een Mooie Jonge Vrouw 2014

    First published in English by Scribe 2016

    Copyright © Tommy Wieringa 2016

    Translation © Sam Garrett 2016

    The publisher gratefully acknowledges the support of the Dutch Foundation for Literature.

    All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the publishers of this book.

    9781925228410 (UK hardback)

    9781925321180 (Australian paperback)

    9781925307276 (e-book)

    CiP records for this title are available from the British Library and the National Library of Australia

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    It’s a pastime with which men and women entertain each other at dinner — couples who don’t yet know each other well. The question is: ‘How did you two meet, anyway?’

    They look at each other. She says: ‘You tell it. You’re better at that.’

    He starts in. ‘Long ago, in a far-distant land …’

    ‘That’s not true! It was downtown Utrecht, seven years ago.’

    ‘Okay, forget the fairytale.’ He seems a bit disappointed. ‘Utrecht, seven years ago. I’m sitting at this sidewalk café, and a girl comes bicycling down the street. She’s not allowed to be riding a bike there at all, but this is the girl who’s allowed to do anything — the girl to whom policemen show leniency, just this once, and who brings all traffic to a standstill.’

    ‘You’re exaggerating, sweetheart. And I was twenty-seven by then. Or twenty-eight.’

    ‘She’s riding a mountain bike, bent over a little, with her butt up in the air. I can’t tell it without that detail, the butt that started everything. She rolled past me, down that crowded street, with her blonde hair and that butt …’

    ‘All right already.’

    ‘You wanted me to tell it, right?’

    The other man at the table sits up straight. ‘I want to hear about it, too. About that butt.’

    ‘Lou! Control yourself,’ his wife says.

    ‘I saw her disappear into the crowd and I thought: How am I ever going to find her again? You know what that’s like, Lou, you know what I’m talking about. That you feel like running after her and shouting: Who are you? I can’t live without you! Marry me, here, right now!

    ‘Hmm …’ Lou says.

    ‘Anyway, a few weeks later I was at the Willem I, and there she was again, at the pool table. That feeling, like it was in the cards: I found her again … without even looking. This is how it’s supposed to be. She was playing pool with a girlfriend. With that butt again, like this … sticking up in the air …’

    ‘Ed, please.’

    ‘I went over to her and asked her name. I didn’t want to let her get away again. She told me, sure, her name, but not where she lived. She wouldn’t do that.’

    ‘You were drunk.’

    ‘But you told him your name, just like that?!’ the other woman says.

    ‘Why not?’

    ‘A complete stranger?’

    ‘I thought he was cute. Old, but cute.’

    ‘Old, but cute …’ Edward feigns a pain that is real.

    ‘Older than I was. Are you happy now?’

    ‘Fourteen years …’

    ‘Plus one.’

    ‘You want me to finish the story, or not?’

    How he’d asked the barman for the phonebook, flipped through it, then tore out a page and took it over to her. She was lining up a shot in the corner pocket when he asked: ‘Is this you?’ He held the page beneath the lamp over the pool table and pointed to a name. She had looked Edward up and down in amusement. ‘Could be,’ she said.

    ‘That’s good, Ruth Walta. That’s great. Thank you very much. I’m going to send you an invitation.’

    ‘I’ll wait and see,’ she said. ‘And what did you say your name was again?’

    ‘Edward,’ he said happily. ‘Edward Landauer.’

    ‘Hats off, Ed,’ Lou says. ‘That was a great move, that bit with the phonebook. That’s real chutzpah.’ He picks up the bottle and surveys the glasses. He tops up only Edward’s glass.

    ‘An act of desperation,’ Edward says. ‘I really didn’t know what I would do without her. Imagine: a few minutes before all this happened, the world was still full of women, but now there was only her.’ He smiles at his wife; his lips are purple. ‘As though you have precisely one chance — fuck that one up, and the gates slam shut and the miracle will never repeat itself.’ His forehead gleams; with his hands, he conducts the words above the tabletop.

    ‘Didn’t you find it a little scary, Ruth?’ the other woman asks.

    ‘It’s so funny that you’d think that. It’s nice to be overwhelmed a little, isn’t it? A man who knows what he wants, who goes for the mark and all that, that’s what we want, isn’t it?’

    ‘Yes, maybe it is …’ She gets up. ‘Lou, could you clear the table? And please, keep your knives and forks.’

    In the kitchen, she slips on the oven gloves. That afternoon, in a shop selling Turkish and Surinamese specialties, she had picked up a bundle of okra and examined it. ‘Keep both feet on the ground, Claudia,’ Lou had said.

    ‘But they’re vegetarians! What am I supposed to do?’

    What she did was potatoes au gratin, with vegetables from the grill.

    Back at the table, Lou asks: ‘Ruth, you noticed that he was older. But what about you, Ed? Did you see that she was younger?’

    ‘No talking until I come back, you guys!’ says a voice from the kitchen.

    Edward closes his eyes for a moment — the girl holding the cue, the cigarette smoke rising and falling beneath the lamp above the table. He had always been powerless in the face of beauty. Dumbstruck. The solar disc between the horns of that faultless little Apis bull long ago in a museum in Damascus — someone had made that, dizzyingly long ago, hands like his had cast the bronze so perfectly. Gradually it had started dawning on him that beauty, too, could inflict pain, beauty above all; the way it could cut with light.

    He opens his eyes. His beautiful young wife. ‘No,’ he says, ‘not right away.’

    ‘You didn’t?’

    ‘All I saw was … beauty, really. With no age attached.’ He raises his glass.

    She places her hand on his. ‘Sweetheart …’

    The hostess comes in, carrying a casserole. ‘You were going to clear the dishes.’

    ‘Right away,’ Lou says.

    She goes back to the kitchen and returns. No one offers to help.

    ‘Delicious, Claudia,’ Edward says a little later, raising his glass to her.

    ‘Yes, honey, you got it just right,’ Lou says.

    ‘It was made right.’

    ‘That’s what I said.’ He winks at Edward.

    ‘And how did the rest of it go?’ Claudia asks. ‘Your getting to know each other?’

    • • •

    The evening after he came up and talked to her in the café, she typed his name into the search box. She saw pictures of him at international gatherings — he was apparently some bigwig in virology. He was taller than the rest, and she thought a beard looked good on him. A few days later, there was an invitation in the mailbox, for an outing with the boat. That same day, she responded with a postcard.

    He rowed. She sat on the little bench at the back of the boat. There was almost no current. Gradually, the fields turned to woods — old, tall trees, individuals with names of their own. As they went gliding between round, mossy

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