In Forum Groningen I am a volunteer at Adriaan van Dis’s performance. The young girls behind the bar see the old writer drinking coffee in the lounge, but his name doesn’t ring a bell. “What exactly is he known for?” they inquire. I talk about his TV career, his novels. “Aha,” says one, “novels.” She looks around the audience of the literary festival. “Hence all the women here.”
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