While normally I approve strongly of translating books in foreign into English, I was disappointed to see reprinted the Englishing of Rodenbach's Bruges-la-Morte earlier this year.
I only found out it existed the day after spotting my partner's doppelgängerin across the concourse at Brussel-Zuid, and it would be mine all mine if it hadn't been reprinted.
Fuzzy black and white photographs to follow.
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De Ultieme Hallucinatie in Brussels was closed when I turned up on a tram. But on attempting to alight I completely forgot whether the passengers getting off or the passengers getting on went first. There was an impasse until the people on the street pushed past. I only left the tram as the doors were closing.
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Here's an odd thing: the intended implication of "Can you name ten famous Belgians?" is always one of the supposed shortcomings of a small country with a comic name. But I always hear it as "I'm so incurious, ill-read and uninterested in the visual arts that I don't know the first thing about a country that's closer to London by train than much of England."
If you haven't heard of at least half of the following people:
This reminds me that I haven't been to Belgium since January. I must go again, and soon.
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