Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Die Sommelier - GP Terblanche - 'n Boek Resensie

As enige skrywer ‘n boek die lig wil laat sien wat afspeel in Suid-Afrika se na-apartheid era, veral as die storie polities geinspireer is en veral as die boek ook nog in Afrikaans geskryf is, Afrikaans sal mos altyd nou gekoppel word aan apartheid, dan verwag die Afrikaanse leser sosiale kommentaar.

In sy debuutroman, Die Sommelier, stel GP Terblanche dan ook nie teleur nie, tewens hy gaan verder en soos ‘n beelhouer skep hy uitstekende en kontrasterende Suid Afrikaanse karakters wat amper uit klip gemaak is: In Oosterbeek, die tipiese sekuriteitsbewuste, werkgefokusde, diknek Afrikaner spioen wat nog glo dat blanke mans ‘n bydra kan lewer in ‘n polities gebaseerde intelligensie apparaat, en in Lev Engelbrecht, ‘n wyndrinkende, natuurliefhebbende, maar ontnugterde en marginaliseerde man wat opgegee het om binne die raamwerk van die na-apartheid, swart gedomineerde intelligensie netwerk te probeer in pas.

Die Sommelier is ‘n spioenasieriller wat af speel teen ‘n agtergrond van internasionale radikale-Moslem terrorisme, transformerende restellende aksie en Swart Ekonomiese Bemagtiging (Black Economic Empowerment). Maar dis ook ‘n verhaal van Lev Engelbrecht, ‘n man wat voorraad neem van sy lewe en probeer uitvind wat hy moet doen in die toekoms, en van Johan Oosterbeek wat wil vasklou aan wat hy het en waaraan hy gewoond was. Dan is daar nog die knoeiende Amerikaners, 'n groep tipiese Suid-Afrikaners wat op 'n wilds-oord werk, en nasionale intelligensie werkers met hul eie agendas van korrupsie en afpersing.

Die roman begin stadig, amper te stadig, met terugflitse na ‘n vorige lewe en liefde, maar die tempo neem toe soos verskillende karakters die ingewikkelde aksieteater betree. Die rol van wyn (sensueel beskryf), die beskrywing van Suid-Afrika se natuurskoon, die insig tot onbevoegheid van staatsamptenare, en die kortsigtigheid en selfverrykende aksies van die nuwe Suid-Afrikaanse politici verdiep die storielyn.

En ja, dan is daar die sosiale kommentaar oor die politiese verlede en hede van Suid-Afrika. Dit maak nie afbreek aan of trek nie die aandag van die storie nie. Soos enige Alan Furst roman verbreed die sosiale kommentaar die storie se agtergrond en skep dit atmosfeer rondom die karakters, al kom sommige van die sosiale kommentaar van die pragtige Amerikaanse spioen, Jane Turnbull, wat nie groot insig tot die Suid-Afrikaanse geskiedenis het nie:

“Hulle sê dis die Afrikaners wat die [Voortrekker] monument gebou het om hulle trekgeskiedenis te gedenk. Sy wonder wat hulle oorreed het om ‘n brutale stelsel soos apartheid jare later te implementeer. Hoekom was hulle so wreed? Wat was hulle motivering? Was of is hulle in werklikheid inherent slegte mense. ‘n Klomp konserwatiewe, primitiewe mense. Bybel in die een hand, voorlaaier in die ander.”
Maar dis nie net sosiale kommentaar wat van buite na binne kyk nie. Lev Engelbrecht ken Suid-Afrikaners, weet hoe dit binne hulle koppe lyk, veral in die nuwe Suid-Afrika:

“Ek stel niks meer belang nie. Ek’s lankal klaar! Hoe kan jy anyway saamleef met die middelmatigheid…Ek hou nie van die fôkken regering nie en nog minder van hoe hulle die land bestuur. Ek het geen lojaliteit nie!”
Daarteenoor is Oosterbeek nog steeds die gelowige in die nuwe stelsel:

"Nou goed! Ek werk vir die fucked-up spul! Ek sien die fôkken middelmatigheid! Dink jy ek is blind! Dink jy ek weet nie wat om my aangaan nie? Dink jy dis lekker vir my om al die kak elke dag op te vreet? …Maar, fôk! Wat as ons nou elkeen tou opgooi en wegloop! As ons nie dinge ten minste prober beter maak nie!”

Dis die eerste keer in seker 15 jaar dat ek ‘n Afrikaanse roman gelees het, en dit was beslis die moeite werd. Daar is genoeg legkaart-storielyne soos dit behoort te wees in ‘n spioenasieriller en baie byspelers om die geheel interessant te hou. Die karakters kom lewensgetrou voor en die gebeure is verteenwoordigend moontlik van die tydperk se koerant opskrifte. Ek het die boek baie geniet. Was ook lekker om weer ‘n slag Afrikaans te lees.


Lees meer oor die boek by die skrywer se blog:
http://boerinballingskap.wordpress.com/2010/01/08/binne-elkeen-van-ons-skuil-daar-n-boek/

of Rapport se review van die boek

Die Sommelier - GP Terblanche
Uitgewer: Rosslyn-Pers Prys: R140
Die boek is verkrygbaar by Protea Boekwinkel in Stellenbosch en moontlik nou ook landwyd.

Die Sommelier omslag foto krediet: GP Terblanche

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Invictus Contributes To Mandela's Legacy



It was always going to be a difficult movie to make for international audiences if rugby is one of the major focal points of the movie and to show the role that rugby play in the Afrikaner culture. The other stuff is easy.

I’m not in the movie rating business, but Invictus blows hot and cold, resulting in only an average movie on the whole. It is a nice inside look into a tiny slice of history at the rebirth of a nation. Freeman’s acting was quite good and he did a great job getting the accent right. Matt Damon went along for a payday. Not convincing. And surprisingly, a lot of on-field action that contribute only somewhat to the plot and making the movie a bit long without a spellbinding script.

But I could be bias. After all, I was there. I lived it. I was one of the millions that sat in their sitting rooms glued to the TV, totally absorbed in the occasion. And when the Springboks won…for South African rugby fans this was a moon landing, a moment of national pride and a major boost for patriotism. And although many didn’t know then about Mr. Mandela’s behind-the-scenes involvement in the game, many did change their view of Mr. Mandela because of his great support for the Springboks at the final.

The movie is certainly contributing to Mr. Mandela's already glorious legacy.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Washington's Art


The heading is a rather broad statement.
I should rather say "some" of Washington’s art, because we only visited two art galleries.
On Saturday morning while it was raining we spend 4 hours in the National Gallery of Art’s West building and on Sunday I did what felt like an Indy car race through the Hirshhorn Museum, skipping the sculpture garden.

Nevertheless, some art is better than nothing.

From the National Gallery of Art



"Ginevra de' Benci" by Leonardo Da Vinci (oil on panel 1474/1478). It is the only Da Vinci painting in America.

"The Marquise de Peze and the Marquise de Rouge with Her Two Children" by Elisabeth Vigee-Lebrun (oil on canvas 1787.)

One of the amazing things in the National art galleries is that they allow people to take pictures preferably without a flash. By allowing cameras I can get much closer to the art and exclude the frames. I was sp surprised because I am so used to the galleries in most other cities usually prohibiting cameras and I have to clandestinely obtain a picture or two. I have never understood why cameras are forbidden. A photo will never be the real thing. From a photo you can never get up close and personal or study the brush stokes or even see some of the subtle nuances of the art.


On the left: "A Young Girl Reading" by Jean-Honore Fragonard (oil on canvas 1776)


















On the right: "Portrait of a Gentleman with a Tall Hat and Gloves" by Rembrandt Van Rijn (oil on canvas, circa 1658/1660




Surrounded by towering polished black marble columns with the huge rotunda dome on top one cannot fault the perfect place for showing off Giovanni Bologna's "Mercury".

From the Hirshhorn Museum

The last Conversation Piece by Juan Munoz.

As mentioned in a previous post I spent only about 1 hour in the Hirshhorn, although I would have like at least another 2-3 hours. Here is a collage of sculptures that I snapped.

Clockwise from top left:
“Winter Solstice No. 2” by Seymour Lipton (1957)
“Raven IV” by David Smith (1957)
“Stringed Figure No. 1” by Henry Moore (1937)
“Crouching Woman” (small version) by Auguste Rodin (1880-1882)
“Untitled (Big Man)” by Ron Mueck (2000)
“Two Volumes in the Virtual” by Jesus Rafael Soto (1968)


"Delusions of Grandeur (La Folie Des Grandeurs) by Rene Margitte (1967)

"Portrait of Andy Warhol" by Julian Schnabel (Oil paint on velvet, 1982)

Schnabel is known for painting on unconventional material and he used velvet because Warhol used to wear black velvet jackets and sponsored the 1960's band The Velvet Underground.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Murals


One art form that is well entrenched in Mexican culture is murals. Since the days of the Mayans and Aztecs civilizations murals have played an important part in and depicting of everyday life. The mural pictured above is a cheap commercial, but nevertheless a striking and colorful one in the lobby of the Fiesta Inn hotel in Monterrey.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Titanic Artifacts Exhibition

As is typical with many artifact exhibitions the drama of the décor and the music is far more dramatic than the artifacts themselves. The Titanic Artifact Exhibition I visited tonight here in Monterrey, Mexico is no different.

Luckily I was expecting something like that so no disappointment. After all, what can be expected after the artifacts spent 85 years under the freezing seas of the north Atlantic. Among the artifacts were hair brushes, smoking pipes, jewelry, shavers, cups and saucers and plates, coins and money notes (some blackened over the years) all in glass boxes. 300 small artifacts in total.

One of the things that really caught my eye was the old black and white photos, blown up to huge posters. In one, with the Titanic in the background, still being built in the dry dock, the workers were leaving the yard, all of them in black pants and black coats and white shirts. Either a uniform or clothes only came in black and white those days for low paid folks. Another photo was of the engineers pouring over blueprints in a huge sunlit room, also in black and white suits, except in this photo there was an odd engineer with a grey coat on. One of the real surprises was a recovered men’s suit, still in reasonable good condition.

As usual no photo taking was allowed, but that had never stopped me from snapping a few secretly.
Reproduction of the Titanic's Veranda Cafe.

Replica of a 3rd class cabin. At $35 ticket / $620 in today's money, sharing with 3 other occupants that most likely spoke different languages. 1st class tickets were $4,500 / $78,950 in today's money.

Supper bowls of the Titanic as it was found on the seafloor.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

A Young Bob Dylan


Bob Dylan - The Young Idol

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Picture Paintings of Italy - Venician Hats

Venician Hats

Picture Paintings of Italy - Venician Masks - Red & Black

Venician Masks - Red & Black
(As always: All Posts headings and Picture Paintings can be clicked on for a larger, more detailed view.)

Picture Paintings of Italy - Venician Masks - Blue & Gold

Venician Masks - Blue & Gold

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Friday, July 13, 2007

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