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See: my work and bibliography.
Most of my life you can read in my books. I will tell you all my secrets, but I'll lie about my past. I am not gonna tell you all the studies I didn't do.
An all too happy childhood is not a writer's goldmine.
My first impersonation was Erwin Garden. He committed suicide on october the fifth 1972, on completion of his first novel.
Then the hero went into decline and I became Erik Provenier. He still will do, somewhat smaller and less intelligent than his creator.
Only occasionally I let my own tongue speak, mostly in cheek. |
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See: my life and bibliography.
After an all too happy childhood I founded a new academy, called Joyce & Co, after a famous butcher of language in Dublin. In this factory-like environment I pursued all my interests: night thoughts on death, women and love, friendship, retorics, music, painting, cinema, the ongoing study of Platonic philosophy and melancholy, travelling and cooking, sailing and growing old.
I wrote my works in Haarlem, on the Puget Sound, in Bellagio, Venice, Lucca, Uzès, Amsterdam, and from now on in Siracusa, Sicily, where I may hope to die. |
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