The Harvest of the Plums
Mattis, a self-declared ‘champion of solitude’, spends his empty days in a dilapidated house beside a lake, far from civilization. All his relationships have failed, he has survived an appalling childhood and hates his mother. He drinks and smokes too much, grumbles to himself, and looks upon life with derision and self-contempt. Ultimately he has to admit that he doesn’t excel even at solitude. He decides to give up his reclusive existence and sell the house.
The unexpected is what excites in this novel. A damn good piece of work.Literair Nederland
When Elma strides into his life, naked, wading across the lake, he has second thoughts. Elma is mysterious, she comes and goes unannounced. Their love does not come naturally, even if it is mutual, since Elma is still mourning the death of her husband Erik. Mattis, unable to stand the thought that she was once happy with Erik, tries to erase the memory of him. ‘I had to commit a crime of passion, by murdering a dead man.’ When he eventually persuades Elma to throw out her husband’s things, he starts to feel the fear of commitment that he found so intolerable in her.
‘The Harvest of the Plums’ is a novel permeated with both humour and a masterly evocation of melancholy. The cynicism and sarcasm, the utterly unique way with words, the magnificent phrasing and unending series of witticisms make this a vintage Verhulst.
Each and every one of the sentences is a treat.De Morgen
A gem of a novel. Quirky though, certainly.Cutting Edge