By Joseph O'Neill, Nescio, Damion Searls
Not anyone has written extra feelingly and extra superbly than Nescio concerning the insanity and disappointment, braveness and vulnerability of stripling: its monstrous plans and imprecise longings, let alone the binges, crashes, and marathon walks and talks. not anyone, for that topic, has written with such pristine readability in regards to the radiating canals of Amsterdam and the cloud-swept panorama of the Netherlands.
Who used to be Nescio? Nescio--Latin for "I don't know"--was the pen identify of J.H.F. Grönloh, the hugely winning director of the Holland--Bombay buying and selling corporation and a father of four--someone who knew good enough approximately decent adulthood. purely in his spare time and below the canopy of a pseudonym, as though commemorating a misplaced self, did he permit himself pass, generating over the process his lifetime a handful of totally unique tales that include probably the most luminous pages in sleek literature.
This is the 1st English translation of Nescio's tales.
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