{"id":1880,"date":"2025-05-08T14:29:41","date_gmt":"2025-05-08T12:29:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ambassade-hotel-nl.ont.stuurlui.dev\/?post_type=blog&#038;p=1880"},"modified":"2025-05-08T14:29:41","modified_gmt":"2025-05-08T12:29:41","slug":"tommy-wieringa","status":"publish","type":"blog","link":"https:\/\/ambassade-hotel-nl.ont.stuurlui.dev\/fr\/blog\/tommy-wieringa\/","title":{"rendered":"Tommy Wieringa"},"content":{"rendered":"<div\n                            class=\"section section-content has-large-padding no-bg  is-centered\">\n            <div class=\"container\">\n                <div class=\"content-holder has-text-center\">\n                    <div class=\"content\">\n                                                <div class=\"inner\">\n                                                            <h1><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">Tommy Wieringa<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<strong>Tommy Wieringa (b.1967) is the author of books such as Joe Speedboat (F. Bordewijk Prize), Caesarion (shortlist International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award), These are the Names (Libris Literature Prize) and The Blessed Rita (BookSpot Literature Prize). He was nominated for the International Booker Prize for The Death of Murat Idrissi.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-1868 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/ambassade-hotel-nl.ont.stuurlui.dev\/app\/uploads\/2025\/05\/Ontwerp-zonder-titel-65.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1080\" height=\"1350\" srcset=\"\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1080px) 100vw, 1080px\" title=\"\" data-srcset=\"\"><\/p>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">Ante Diluvium<\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\nThere are two gentlemen in their mid-sixties sitting at a table by the window. They\u2019re praising the view and the wine. The view: the canal, the elms, the houses on the far side. The wine: Apostelhoeve Cuv\u00e9e XII, 2019. They study the label at length. Such a lovely, bone-dry, home-grown wine, their amazement doesn\u2019t cease.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">They know many of the same people, the oil of their conversation. What a pleasant subject of conversation it is, an acquaintance who failed in both his career and his marriage; and doesn\u2019t their pity for his failure feel good and warm. \u2018And, naturally, he had the bad luck that his parents have grown to be so old,\u2019 one of them says. The other agrees. \u2018If only one of them would die, then something might fall his way for once, eh.\u2019<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">But they were bathed in the comfort of their own investments. This included their marriages: an investment that paid out in children and grandchildren. Not everything turned out equally well, take the apartment in Bangkok. The man sighs. \u2018You can\u2019t speak the language, the jet lag gets worse and worse, especially when you travel from west to east.\u2019<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">So, they sold it and bought something in Dubai instead. From north to south is better. \u2018It\u2019s twenty-four degrees there now, and you don\u2019t pay a cent in salary tax, or income tax. Ideal.\u2019<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">The other had bought an Amsterdam apartment for his son for 350,000 euros, and recently sold it for half a million. You\u2019re robbing yourself if you don\u2019t.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Two men, spreading in the autumn of their lives. They\u2019ve managed to get the best out of things, there\u2019ll never be another generation that has it better. Fortune was their just desserts; ill fortune would have been dumb bad luck. And how they\u2019d leave the world behind them wasn\u2019t their concern. \u2018Lord, give me the confidence of a mediocre white man,\u2019 a Canadian writer lamented on Twitter a couple of years ago. A sentence that took off;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">today, too, it iswritten in invisible ink above a table by the window of the hotel restaurant.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\u2018It\u2019s a lovely city when it\u2019s like this, eh?\u2019 they say to each other, their eyes on the Herengracht.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Yes, a lovely city, I concur in silence. But so uncertain, because this week the papers are full of the results of the big climate report. And ever since, the water has been seeping over the edges of the quaysides, the pavements, the steps of the canal-side houses. These rooms, everything that we\u2019ve built. This hotel, where it\u2019s already risen to the first floor. When the flood comes, it will splash against the ceiling. I open the hotel Bible in bed, with the sea around the bed\u2019s legs. People: their days are like the grass, they bloom like flowers in the open fields; then the wind blows, and they\u2019ve disappeared, and no one knows where they ever stood.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><em>View the column on\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.parool.nl\/kunst-media\/tommy-wieringa-het-water-kruipt-over-de-rand-van-de-kades-de-trottoirs-de-trappen-naar-de-grachtenhuizen~bd40d874\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">the website of \u2018Het Parool\u2019.<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">What is a writers\u2019 hotel without writers? A pen without ink? For a period of six months in 2021, one author a week was invited to stay at the Ambassade Hotel and describe their writing lives at that time. Throughout the period May to November 2021, the newspaper Het Parool published the Writers\u2019 Hotel columns in its weekly Arts Section.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Read more about\u00a0this column project\u00a0in collaboration with \u2018Het Parool\u2019.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Would you like to stay at the writers\u2019 hotel as well? Enjoy a unique experience in the Ambassade Hotel\u00a0with these special offer packages\u00a0or come and admire the library after visiting our sunny\u00a0terrace on the Herengracht!<\/p>\n                                                                                <\/div>\n                    <\/div>\n                <\/div>\n            <\/div>\n        <\/div>","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":true},"blog_category":[],"class_list":["post-1880","blog","type-blog","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ambassade-hotel-nl.ont.stuurlui.dev\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/blog\/1880","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ambassade-hotel-nl.ont.stuurlui.dev\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/blog"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ambassade-hotel-nl.ont.stuurlui.dev\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/blog"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ambassade-hotel-nl.ont.stuurlui.dev\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1880"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"blog_category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ambassade-hotel-nl.ont.stuurlui.dev\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/blog_category?post=1880"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}