Ten White Geese
Authors: Gerbrand Bakker
Tags: #Fiction, #Literary, #Thrillers, #Suspense
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TEN WHITE GEESE
Gerbrand Bakker won the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award for his first novel,
The Twin
. He worked as a subtitler for nature films before becoming a gardener. He lives in Holland.
David Colmer is the translator of Gerbrand Bakker’s IMPAC Prize–winning novel,
The Twin
.
International Acclaim for
Gerbrand Bakker and
Ten White Geese
“A beautiful, oddly moving work of fiction, a quiet read that lingers long in the mind, like the ghosts that linger in our homes, and in the land around us…Assured and mature…Even more powerful [than
The Twin
].”
—John Burnside,
The Guardian
(London)
“Simple and devastating…Written and translated with lapidary precision, perspective, and crisp prose; there is emotion and expression, but held back from the writing, which is controlled and full of clean, physical detail.”
—
The Independent
(London)
“A novel full of hints and mysteries [that] will almost certainly keep you rooted to your chair until the dénouement.”
—
The Spectator
(London)
“Bakker’s writing is fabulously clear, so clear that each sentence leaves a rippling wake.”
—
Los Angeles Times
“A beautiful, convincing, subdued novel [with] a spare simplicity and expressiveness reminiscent of J. M. Coetzee.”
—
Trouw
(The Netherlands)
“Intensely moving…An incredibly tender book, capturing new and old relationships in simple yet beautiful detail.”
—
The Tattooed Book
(UK)
“With his fine style and gripping plot twists, this is a writer who ultimately grabs his readers by the throat.”
—
Nederlands Letterenfonds
“Bakker sees beauty and complexity in the smallest corners of everyday life and portrays them with a quiet mastery.”
—
The Quarterly Conversation
“Bakker is the best writer of nature in the Netherlands. How he writes about geese, reeds, and grassy paths through a meadow makes me weep. I imprisoned myself with the story, pulled up the blankets and wanted to disappear into it. This book is a beauty.”
—Marleen Janssen, Libell.nl (The Netherlands)
“An accomplished work [with] many clear parallels [to J. M. Coetzee]: both authors dish out their novels in spare, economic prose and manage the trick of skirting on the surface of their characters whilst hinting at great storms of emotion underneath.”
—
Booktrust
(London)
“The type of book you need to read in a single evening. Then you’re gradually hypnotized by the calmly and sharply observed story.”
—
De Standaard
(Belgium)
“Gripping…Thrillingly fresh…It bears his indelible poetic stamp, his incisor cut…. Galvanizing.”
—
Irish Independent
“An enchanting style by a wonderful writer. He knows how to evoke a lot of tension with minimal resources.”
—
Tros Nieuwsshow
(The Netherlands)
“Mesmerizing…So spare and so poignant…haunting and charismatic…It is impossible to put it down without feeling a deep sense of acquaintance with its wild, neglected terrain, and with the foibles and aspirations of his characters…. Highly recommended.”
—
The Age
(Melbourne, Australia)
“This novel proves that great literature benefits from a simple setting.”
—Literatuurplein.nl (The Netherlands)
“Monumental.”
—
Titel Magazin
(Germany)
“You do not want to miss this!”
—
Linda Magazine
(The Netherlands)
“Tranquility and tension generate a quiet triumph.”
—
Sunday Business Post
(Ireland)
“Captivating. It is all deceptively straightforward. But this makes the turns in the story much more surprising and thrilling.”
—
Nederlands Dagblad
“Through his reserved storytelling Bakker creates the enormous poetic force that he has made his own.”
—
Neue Zürcher Zeitung
(Switzerland)
“Phenomenal. There is no other word for Gerbrand Bakker’s new novel.”
—
Noorhollands Dagblad
“Confirm[s] Bakker as a leading light of new European fiction.”
—
Wales Arts Review
“Terribly gripping…there is a continuous tension, a tension only the very best of thrillers have.”
—
Kurier
(Austria)
Ten White Geese
A N
OVEL
Gerbrand Bakker
TRANSLATED FROM THE DUTCH
BY
David Colmer
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First published with the title
De omweg
by Uitgeverij Cossee 2010
Published in Great Britain by Harvill Secker 2012
Published in Penguin Books 2013
Copyright © Gerbrand Bakker and Uitgeverij Cossee, 2010
English translation copyright © David Colmer, 2012
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
ISBN: 978-1-101-60305-5
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| ALWAYS LEARNING | PEARSON |
Ample make this bed.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till judgment break
Excellent and fair.
Be its mattress straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise’ yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.
Emily Dickinson
November
1
Early one morning she saw the badgers. They were near the stone circle she had discovered a few days earlier and wanted to see at dawn. She had always thought of them as peaceful, shy and somehow lumbering animals, but they were fighting and hissing. When they noticed her they ambled off into the flowering gorse. There was a smell of coconut in the air. She walked back along the path you could find only by looking into the distance, a path whose existence she had surmised from rusty kissing gates, rotten stiles and the odd post with a symbol presumably meant to represent a hiker. The grass was untrodden.
November. Windless and damp. She was happy about the badgers, satisfied to know they were at the stone circle whether she went there or not. Beside the grassy path stood ancient trees covered with coarse, light grey lichen, their branches brittle. Brittle yet tenacious, still in leaf. The trees were remarkably green for the time of year. The weather was often grey. The sea was close by; when she looked out from the upstairs windows in the daytime she occasionally spotted it. On other days it was nowhere in sight. Just trees, mainly oaks, sometimes light brown cows looking at her, inquisitive and indifferent at once.
At night she heard water; a stream ran past the house. Now and then she would wake with a start. The wind had
turned or picked up and the rushing of the stream no longer carried. She had been there about three weeks. Long enough to wake up because a sound was missing.
Of the ten fat white geese in the field next to the drive, only seven were left a couple of weeks later. All she found of the other three were feathers and one orange foot. The remaining birds stood by impassively and ate the grass. She couldn’t think of any predator other than a fox, but she wouldn’t have been surprised to hear that there were wolves or even bears in the area. She felt that she was to blame for the geese being eaten, that she was responsible for their survival.
‘Drive’ was a flattering word for the winding dirt track, about a kilometre and a half long and patched here and there with a load of crushed brick or broken roof tiles. The land along the drive – meadows, bog, woods – belonged to the house, but she still hadn’t worked out just how it slotted together, mainly because it was hilly. The goose field, at least, was fenced neatly with barbed wire. It didn’t save them. Once, someone had dug them three ponds, each a little lower than the last and all three fed by the same invisible spring. Once, a wooden hut had stood next to those ponds: now it was little more than a capsized roof with a sagging bench in front of it.
