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“Tip” Marugg’s The Roar of Morning has been widely praised as an intensely personal, often dreamlike literary masterpiece that balances Caribbean mysticism with the magical realism of Latin American fiction while reflecting the Calvinist sensibilities of the region’s Dutch colonial past. The story begins on a tropical Antilles night. A man drinks and awaits the coming dawn“Tip” Marugg’s The Roar of Morning has been widely praised as an intensely personal, often dreamlike literary masterpiece that balances Caribbean mysticism with the magical realism of Latin American fiction while reflecting the Calvinist sensibilities of the region’s Dutch colonial past. The story begins on a tropical Antilles night. A man drinks and awaits the coming dawn with his dogs, thinking he might well commit suicide in “the roar of morning.” While contemplating his possible end, the events of his life on Curaçao and on mainland Venezuela come rushing back to him. Some memories are recent, others distant; all are tormented by the politics of a colonialist “gone native.” He recalls sickness and sexual awakening as well as personal encounters with the extraordinary and unexplained. As the day breaks, he has an apocalyptic vision of a great fire engulfing the entire South American continent. The countdown to Armageddon has begun, in a brilliantly dissolute narrative akin to Malcolm Lowry’s Under the Volcano and the writings of Charles Bukowski.  ...

Title : De morgen loeit weer aan
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ISBN : 9789023430568
Format Type : Audio Book
Number of Pages : 208 Pages
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De morgen loeit weer aan Reviews

  • Josh
    2018-11-24 20:58

    With gun in hand, pistol ready to fire, I see myself in the mirror of time; the camera obscura enlarging my memories, whether they are mine or not, dreaming...dreaming....endless dreaming...let the fireball consume me until I am only a shadow upon your conscience. the roar of morning...deep and protruding in that chasm of overwhelming angst that materializes unbeknownst to many, but hiding in us all.Recommended to dreamers and ones with true and loving respect for a beautiful imagination.P.S. This was given to me through the 'giveaways' program here at Goodreads for an honest review.

  • Geoff
    2018-11-26 16:04

    Interesting novel from Curaçao. Majestic imagery! An examination of a life lived. A man reflects on his life, the crucial images and understandings.

  • Francine Maessen
    2018-11-20 19:03

    That was... less plot than I expected. And I realise this book is mostly about its style but unfortunately it's not really a style that works for me. I think it is a bit too... raw? unpolished? I don't know, because sometimes I do like those things but this time I just didn't feel it.

  • Jim
    2018-12-09 18:56

    The entire action takes place in the middle of the night, between 01:30 and 03:00 to be precise, not that there’s much action. Our unnamed old man is sitting on his terrace with his beers and his whisky getting steadily drunker as the book progresses. About all he does is walk back indoors to get more whisky before deciding to call it a night and going to bed. He’s alone and that’s how he prefers it, alone apart from his guard dogs (presumably to discourage visitors), his pet dog—his “loyal bitch Fonda”—and the multitude of insects that come out at night most notably a swarm of death’s-head hawkmoths. He lives, as did the author (there are some striking similarities between the two) on the island of Curaçao in the Caribbean. This is where Marugg was born and died from natural causes unlike the man in The Roar of Morning although to be fair his fate is left to our imagination. As the man lies there his thoughts drift back to events mainly in his childhood; his adult life is skirted over and clearly of little interest to him. His main focus is the time he spent with his “Venezuelan uncle”:The man was neither Venezuelan nor even my real uncle, but I called him that because he lived on the mainland and was married to a Venezuelan woman. The uncle is “an evangelist belonging to some obscure sect obsessed with showing mankind the error of its ways and threatening hellfire and damnation.” They’re childless and would’ve liked to adopt the boy but as that was clearly impossible they settled for borrowing him for an extended period of time promising his parents that in return he would receive an excellent education which turns out not to be the case as the schools are closed for most of the year he’s there due to some revolution or rebellion. Which does not mean he doesn’t learn things while he’s there. Just not in a formal classroom settling. The thing that he remembers in most detail is the weekly visit to the prisoners incarcerated in the Castillo where his uncle preached to the inmates. There the boy encounters a laconic, thin man, El Verdugo, who spends most of his time staring at the sky or some piece of vegetation that’s caught his eye. The boy’s captivated by him but it’s only years later on a sea voyage looking at a “large, grubby-white bird fluttered along and perched on the deck rail” he realises what the man’s taught him. There’s much we never find out about our narrator and it’s probably from a narrative point of view important stuff, important to us who don’t know him, but he focuses on what interests and comforts him. For example, the seventh chapter opens as follows:On this island, when a white man outlives his white wife there is often a black woman waiting for him. When he has become a widower, lonely and less of a man, there is always the black woman who receives him with open arms and cares for him lovingly during his declining years.As I sit on my terrace, half-drunk and brooding on my solitude, the night is my black woman. In the embrace of her strong cinnamon arms I feel at once dominant and protected. Is he saying he had a wife? Reading between the lines he probably did but he never elucidates:I try to recall the history of everything that guides and influences me; whatever it is that persuades me to sit on my terrace at two in the morning and drink my life away. Sometimes I succeed in freeing myself for a moment from time and space, from attachment and shyness. Then the people and the dogs and the sins that have forced their way into my life disappear like impurities, and in that hallowed mood I am no longer at odds with my own being. Not everything we read can be trusted. Not everything is a memory and even some of his memories are unclear and dreamlike. Towards the end his begins to imagine the apocalypse, a minute-by-minute vision of South America and the Caribbean’s end. For a few pages I did wonder if this was actually Armageddon taking place around him because surely if it ever comes there will be someone somewhere in the world sitting on his porch or at his desk or curled up by the fire mulling over a fairly inconsequential life but, no, it doesn’t seem like it is the end of the world; not yet anyway. A striking, short book. It’s supposedly his masterpiece and so I’m not sure I’d rush to read him again especially as the translator notes in his afterword that all Marugg’s three novels feature “an unnamed, isolated male I-figure in an extreme situation reflects on his past and present life as a white man on a largely black island.”

  • Margaret Sankey
    2018-12-01 13:49

    This is a surreal novella of clashing identities and surroundings, covering one feverish, drunk night with the narrator--a Dutch man brought up in Venezuela as a Calvinist European, educated by Catholics, and finally, gone "native" on Curaçao, and in the eyes of his family and the community, wasting the much resented colonialist advantages to drink, sleep on the beach, befriend weirdos and wait for the inevitable robbery or act of violence delivered at his own hand or a stranger's. The language is beautiful, encompassing everything from a the geology of the beach to dog behavior, and the strict expectations of respectability and the lush reality of living on a Caribbean island.

  • Tonny
    2018-11-27 19:13

    Prachtig boek waarin je als lezer van droom naar werkelijkheid vliegt, want dat is de staat waarin de hoofdpersoon van het boek ook verkeerd: op het randje van leven en dood, zijn leven, zijn wereld, zijn land omschrijvend alsof hij er afscheid van neemt, met de alcohol nooit ver bij hem vandaan. Kleine en grote gebeurtenissen, de natuur, mensen die in zijn leven een rol hebben gespeeld. De taal is betoverend mooi en wordt een mooi onderdeel van de melancholische sfeer waarin de overpeinzingen in rap tempo de regie passeren.

  • Røbert
    2018-11-26 13:53

    Tip Marrugg lived on Curaçao off the coast of Venezuela, and this short book gives a good dreamy impression of the geology, mix of cultures, traditions and environment of the island. This is not particularly linked well with any narrative, as the narrator has flashbacks to his youth, but leaves the reader with an impression of the interconnectedness of the people and stories of the region. Good in patches, but a little loose ins tructure for my liking.

  • Marijn Roos
    2018-12-06 13:02

    Ik word oud. Een zeer geruime tijd geleden was ik zeer onder de indruk van dit verhaal: de vogels die tegen de rots vliegen, de gesprekken met de eilandgek, het magisch-realistische. Nu vond ik het nogal gekunsteld, al blijft het taalgebruik heel mooi en poëtisch. Duidelijke les dus: koester je herinneringen, herlees alleen De avonden.

  • Anna
    2018-12-14 15:57

    I hated it, it was just horribly boring.

  • Thijs1973
    2018-12-14 19:09

    7

  • 4duckie2read
    2018-11-23 21:09

    Soms dacht ik: vertel nou door. Soms was ik volkomen draad kwijt. Hele mooie stukken afgewisseld met stukken die mij niets deden. Nawoord Maartje Wortel verhelderde en maakte mooier.

  • Gwen Wilson
    2018-11-26 13:45

    Iewlll.

  • Willemijn Van de ketterij
    2018-12-07 16:05

    apart boek. doorgronding graag met anderen...

  • Els
    2018-12-06 12:48

    http://www.stukgelezen.nl/stukgelezen...

  • Annemiek
    2018-11-19 19:45

    Niet mijn favoriet... Kon mijn hoofd er niet goed bijhouden

  • Connie
    2018-11-14 13:56

    FTC Disclosure: I received this book free from Goodreads hoping I would review it.