{"product_id":"a-guardian-angel-recalls-isbn-9781953861023","title":"A Guardian Angel Recalls","description":"\u003cb\u003eWillem Frederik Hermans's lucid and exhilarating WWII masterpiece in a razor-sharp translation by David Colmer\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eA Guardian Angel Recalls \u003c\/i\u003eis a gripping and diabolical wartime novel by one of the most provocative Dutch writers of the twentieth-century.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAlberegt, a frenzied and lovelorn public prosecutor, speeds through Hook of Holland in his black Renault on May 9, 1940 – the eve of the German invasion of the Netherlands. Guiding his every move is a guardian angel.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eWith unflappable patience, the angel flits from the hood of the Renault to the rim of his windswept hat, determined to quell his every anxiety and doubt. The angel's momentary distraction, however, sets off a chain of events that spins a nightmarish web.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAlberegt's elusive companion serves both as narrator and meddlesome driver of the plot, though not without the interventions of a rotating cast of devils.\"Survival is suddenly uppermost in the minds of the previously complacent characters in \u003ci\u003eA Guardian Angel Recalls\u003c\/i\u003e, David Colmer’s translation of Willem Frederik Hermans’s deeply sardonic fictional rendition of the first few days of the German invasion of the Netherlands . . . Wickedly enticing.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e-- Alida Becker, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times Book Review\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"[A Guardian Angel Recallsis structured like certain Highsmith novels: a character commits a crime, sometimes involuntarily, and spends the rest of the book hoping to escape his fate or waiting to be apprehended . . . It’s a measure of Hermans’s gifts that we find ourselves so painfully aware of something we may have thought in the dead of night and kept to ourselves when we awoke. He makes us grateful that he has transformed his fears into fiction so vivid and entertaining that we can simultaneously recognize, investigate, and escape our darkest imaginings.\"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003eHarper's\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"Two contrasting energies galvanize Hermans’s fictions. The wry invitation to find symbols and deeper meanings is balanced by a wealth of detail and meticulously described action, all rapidly delivered, convincingly concrete, and psychologically persuasive . . . Hermans knows life intimately and that his knowledge is devastating.\"\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e--Tim Parks\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e, New York Review of Books\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"Hermans explores moral conundrums through the reckless acts, selfish thoughts, and crises of conscience of his antihero. Better still, his angelic narrator provides insight into life in the Netherlands under the Nazi jackboot, and reflects eloquently on the brutality, but also the futility, of war.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e-- \u003ci\u003eMinneapolis Star Tribune\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"'A peculiar, undeviating character' – in the words of his admirer Cees Nooteboom – Hermans realized his dark, existentialist vision in an idiosyncratic prose, here seen at its finest. David Colmer’s superb translation is particularly effective when it comes to Hermans’s portrayal of character . . . All are fully humanized, and nuanced, despite their inadequacies in the context of a war from which no one emerges unscathed.\"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e--Paul Binding\u003ci\u003e, Times Literary Supplement\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[Willem Frederik Hermans's] world is bleak, plain and murderous, and sometimes hilarious, which is an unsettling kind of genius.”\u003cb\u003e \u003cbr\u003e--Michael Pye, author of \u003ci\u003eAntwerp\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"Influenced by Franz Kafka and Thomas Mann, [Willem Frederik Hermans] produced some of literature’s most profound reflections on the second world war.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e--Dalya Alberge, \u003ci\u003eThe Guardian\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"With its hapless protagonist, acerbic tone, and laughable rumors of war (including German paratroopers disguised as nuns), much of this newly translated 1971 novel by the late Hermans is a comedy of errors. But its scenes of destruction are shattering and surreal . . . A sly but scorching Dutch masterpiece.\" \u003cbr\u003e-- \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \"Hermans interweaves a bitter, occasionally darkly comic moral fable with an unforgettable account of the Nazi invasion of the Netherlands, first published in 1971 and seamlessly translated by Colmer. . . . [\u003ci\u003eA Guardian Angel Recalls\u003c\/i\u003e] should establish Hermans as a modern Dostoyevsky.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e--\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Underrated: the Dutch writer Willem Frederik Hermans, especially his novel An Untouched House.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e--Ian McEwan, \u003ci\u003eTimes Literary Supplement\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Hermans is one of Holland's great 20th-century writers.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e --David Mills, \u003ci\u003eThe Times\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"Utterly compelling. The force of the narrative . . . rushes the reader along with all the power of a river that has burst its banks and been turned dark and tumultuous by an unstoppable act of nature.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e--Duncan Stewart, \u003ci\u003eExit Only\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\"\u003ci\u003eA Guardian Angel Recalls\u003c\/i\u003e is a strong work presenting personal tragedies, and a national one. Alberegt's desperation [is] mirrored, funhouse-like, all around him, a light comic touch just making the overall grimness of the situation all the more clear. A significant work, by a major writer.\"\u003cbr\u003e--\u003cb\u003eM.A.Orthofer, \u003ci\u003eThe Complete Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePraise for\u003ci\u003e An Untouched House\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \"It takes an hour or two to read, but An Untouched House is the kind of book that stays with you forever.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e--Sam Jordison, \u003ci\u003eThe Guardian\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"A slim but potent war story . . . Hermans doesn't deliver an explicit moral judgement on the narrator... but the thundering violence of the closing pages sends its own message. Fire, a suicide attempt, torture, and hanging are all shadowed by men killing with a cynical, mocking cruelty, stressing Hermans's point that dreams of peace can easily become entangled in violence. A dark wartime vision that evokes Koestler, Orwell, and Vonnegut.\" \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e--\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Although An Untouched House is brief, it is worth pacing oneself and absorbing its remarkable density. Hermans is the architect of a masterful story - concise but expansive in vision... a lucid, exhilarating account.\" \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e--Peyton Harvey, \u003ci\u003eZyzzyva\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"As disturbing and powerful as anything by Joseph Heller or Kurt Vonnegut.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e--Michael Faber, \u003ci\u003eThe Guardian \u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"An Untouched House is a small but unforgettable story about the schizophrenia of war. W.F. Hermans's writing is implacably precise, always searching for truth, evocative but austere, and thoroughly addictive. Reader be warned: after An Untouched House you will want to read everything this great European author wrote!\" \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e--Peter Terrin \u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It is a novel of desperate survival. But the sensation it transmits is not desperation; rather, the entirety of it, even the horrific scenes of death and torture, feels like a nightmarish dream through which both the reader and the characters wander, without much choice and absolved of all morality... It is perhaps this very immediacy, the apparent inexistence of anything beyond the present moment, which makes Hermans's novella not only bearable, but utterly immersive.\"\u003cb\u003e \u003cbr\u003e--Juan E. Suarez, \u003ci\u003eMeridian \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The most unsettling book I've read this year, An Untouched House proves the horror and inhumanity of the twentieth century just that: unsettled. Hermans' pithy masterpiece is a warning.\" \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e--Hal Hlavinka, Community Bookstore\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"In An Untouched House, a disillusioned WWII partisan soldier deserts and finds an abandoned house where he decides to stay. What unfolds is a strange and taut psychological tale of how individuals might choose to ignore the horrors of the outside world until they inevitably come crashing down around them. Ending in an explosion of violence that illuminates the true savagery of the human heart, this little stick of dynamite is less than 100 pages and damn near perfect.\" \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e--Keaton Patterson, Brazos Bookstore \u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Crackling with uneasy tension . . . A beautiful new edition of a powerful and timeless, slim Dutch masterpiece, written in a spare and crisp style that brings to mind Camus.\" \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e--The Lady \u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Profoundly unsettling . . . haunts the mind for long afterwards.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e--\u003ci\u003eThe Sunday Times\u003c\/i\u003e, A Book of the Year \u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Those who do simply open and read will find themselves immersed in a nightmare miniature where philosophical musing gives seamless way to beautiful but unyielding cruelty...this newer translation by David Colmer seems to better capture the unsettling horror.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e-- Ben Murphy, \u003ci\u003eFull Stop\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"[Willem Frederik Hermans] is such a skilled writer, writing about very serious issues while, at the same time, being often flippant works well to make for a very worthwhile novel.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e--The Modern Novel\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"I decided to politely read five pages [of A Guardian Angel Recalls]. Next thing I knew, I was a hundred pages in . . .  part thriller, part family novel, part metaphysical investigation, and also, unexpectedly, part comedy. I've since learnt that Hermans is considered one of the great Dutch writers of the 20th century. A Guardian Angel Recalls will give you an idea why.\"\u003cb\u003e \u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e--Jonathan Franzen, \u003ci\u003eSydney Morning Herald\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eWillem  Frederik Hermans was one of the most prolific and versatile Dutch  authors of the twentieth century. He wrote essays, scientific studies,  short stories, and poems, but was best known for his several novels, the  most famous of which are De tranen der acacias (The Tears of the  Acacias, 1949), De donkere kamer can Domecles (The Darkroom of Damocles,  1958), and Nooit meer sleepen (Beyond Sleep, 1966). He received, in  1977, the most prestigious literary award among the Dutch, the Prijs Der  Nederlandse Letteren (Dutch Literature Prize).\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDavid Colmer is a  writer and translator. He translates Dutch literature  in a wide range  of genres including literary fiction, nonfiction,  children's books, and  poetry. He is a four-time winner of the David  Reid Poetry Translation  Prize and received the 2009 Biennial NSW  Premier and PEN Translation  Prize. His translation of Gerbrand Bakker's  The Twin (Archipelago) was  awarded the International IMPAC Dublin  Literary Award and he received -  along with Gerbrand Bakker - the  Independent Foreign Fiction Prize for  Bakker's novel The Detour.He called upon me without knowing and I was there—after\u003cbr\u003eall these years.\u003cbr\u003eHis blood seemed thick with sorrow. He had come into great\u003cbr\u003edistress without my being able to help it, without my being able\u003cbr\u003eto help him. He had long stopped believing in God and no longer\u003cbr\u003eknew me. Still, I had kept my eye on him all that time. His whole\u003cbr\u003elife. I was his guardian angel.\u003cbr\u003eI had stayed close to him all afternoon.\u003cbr\u003eHe was alone in his car, like an explosive charge in a grenade.\u003cbr\u003e“Sweet Jesus,” he mumbled.\u003cbr\u003eI went closer and sat on his shoulder.\u003cbr\u003eHe was on a road that led inland from the coast and driving\u003cbr\u003efast to make it to a hearing on time.\u003cbr\u003eI had been there when he said goodbye. I had seen him accompany\u003cbr\u003eher up the gangplank.\u003cbr\u003eShe had a coat draped over one arm; he was carrying a small\u003cbr\u003esuitcase.\u003cbr\u003eTogether—him first—they stepped into the exhausted air that\u003cbr\u003efills the interiors of large ships. He led her down the narrow\u003cbr\u003etacky corridor of painted sheet iron where daylight never penetrates\u003cbr\u003eand, by the glow of reinforced light bulbs burning at half\u003cbr\u003estrength, read the number of every cabin door they passed until\u003cbr\u003ehe finally said:\u003cbr\u003e“This is it.”\u003cbr\u003e“Thank you, Schatz.”\u003cbr\u003eHe pushed the door, which was held ajar by a hook, open the rest\u003cbr\u003eof the way and put the suitcase down at the foot of a bed. It was\u003cbr\u003ea four-berth\u003cbr\u003ecabin, two double bunks.\u003cbr\u003e“It’s a shabby kind of ship,” he said. “They don’t even come to\u003cbr\u003ehelp you with your luggage.”\u003cbr\u003e“What difference does that make? We found the cabin easily\u003cbr\u003eenough. I’m looking for safety, not comfort.”\u003cbr\u003eShe had a soft, sweet voice and spoke a Dutch that was so corrupted\u003cbr\u003ewith German it was hard to tell which language she was\u003cbr\u003eactually speaking.\u003cbr\u003eHe had automatically taken off his hat after putting down the\u003cbr\u003esuitcase. It was a kind of hat that is hardly worn in the Netherlands\u003cbr\u003eanymore, a genuine Borsalino with a wide soft brim, turned\u003cbr\u003edown at both front and back, and with a very wide ribbon around\u003cbr\u003ethe crown.\u003cbr\u003eHis chocolate raincoat looked like suede, but you didn’t need\u003cbr\u003eto get so very close to smell that it was rubber.\u003cbr\u003eThree of the four bunks were covered with bags and clothes.\u003cbr\u003eShe swung her coat up onto the unclaimed one, the upper berth\u003cbr\u003efarthest from the porthole and therefore the least comfortable.\u003cbr\u003eThis did not escape Alberegt’s attention, but he chose not to\u003cbr\u003emention it. I can read his thoughts, so I knew. He went over to\u003cbr\u003ea small washbasin built into a mahogany unit, more a handbasin\u003cbr\u003ereally, and turned on one of two, now only partly nickel-plated,\u003cbr\u003etaps, which were covered with dried soap spatters. This tap looks\u003cbr\u003elike it’s got the pox, he thought.\u003cbr\u003eA feeble trickle of water came out. Stagnant, moldering water.\u003cbr\u003eThe flow stopped the moment he released the tap, which had a\u003cbr\u003espring concealed in its mechanism. Filthy, but it’s the only drinking\u003cbr\u003ewater on board and you have to use it sparingly.\u003cbr\u003eOut loud:\u003cbr\u003e“Do you have to spend fourteen days cooped up in here with\u003cbr\u003ethree other women—”\u003cbr\u003eShe rested a hand on his shoulder and gave him a kiss that was\u003cbr\u003eno more emphatic than the breath from her lips. The answer to\u003cbr\u003ehis words, his impotent words, whose content bore no relation\u003cbr\u003eto what he was really thinking, but could no longer say or even\u003cbr\u003eimagine saying: You shouldn’t be on this ship at all. You shouldn’t\u003cbr\u003ebe going away. You should have stayed with me . . . Don’t leave\u003cbr\u003eme.\u003cbr\u003eShe was a Jewish refugee from Germany who had lived with him\u003cbr\u003efor four months.\u003cbr\u003eThe farewell took place on May 9, 1940, and the ship was\u003cbr\u003edocked at the Dutch port of Hook of Holland. It was a freighter\u003cbr\u003ewith cabins for passengers and sailing for America that night.\u003cbr\u003e“If,” he said, “the ship gets torpedoed, what will you think\u003cbr\u003ewhen you’re floating in the cold seawater?”\u003cbr\u003e“I won’t think. I’ll do my very best to keep my head above\u003cbr\u003ewater. Someone will come to rescue me. So far in my life, I’ve\u003cbr\u003ealways been rescued, and after the war we’ll see each other again.”\u003cbr\u003e“The war will last five years.”\u003cbr\u003e“Don’t be so gloomy, Schatz. There’s hardly any fighting. I\u003cbr\u003ethink something’s brewing in Germany. Hitler will be assassinated\u003cbr\u003ebefore the year’s out.”\u003cbr\u003e“Really?”\u003cbr\u003e“I’m not the only one to think so. The French and English\u003cbr\u003ethink so too. Otherwise they’d have bombed German cities and\u003cbr\u003ecrossed the Rhine.”\u003cbr\u003e“You don’t mean it. If you meant it, you’d stay.”\u003cbr\u003e“But, Schatzie, in such a small country?”\u003cbr\u003e“What’s that got to do with it? That’s why you should stay. I’ve\u003cbr\u003eexplained it to you so many times. We don’t have any conflicts\u003cbr\u003ewith Germany. We’ll stay out of it, just like in 1914.”\u003cbr\u003e“Why has the government canceled all military leave then?”\u003cbr\u003e“Because we’re neutral and have to demonstrate our willingness\u003cbr\u003eto defend ourselves against any invader. Any invader, it\u003cbr\u003edoesn’t matter which one.”\u003cbr\u003e“There are Nazis here too. What if they ask the Germans for\u003cbr\u003ehelp?”\u003cbr\u003e“It’s too late for that. Five days ago we rounded up twenty or\u003cbr\u003eso just to be on the safe side. The ringleaders are all behind bars.”\u003cbr\u003e“You picked up Communists too.”\u003cbr\u003e“Our government is cautious.”\u003cbr\u003e“The governments of Norway and Denmark were cautious\u003cbr\u003etoo. Where did it get them? Germany went and occupied them\u003cbr\u003eanyway.”\u003cbr\u003e“You’re contradicting yourself. First you claim something’s\u003cbr\u003ebrewing in Germany and Hitler’s in danger. Now you’ve started\u003cbr\u003etalking about his successes.”\u003cbr\u003e“Let’s go up on deck. It’s so stuffy in here.”\u003cbr\u003eShe left the cabin ahead of him. 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