After a disturbing call from a certain Josias Brandt, Karl Hofmeyr departs for Cape Town to help his brother, Iggy, who is apparently running amok. On this journey Karl – hard-core heavy-metal fan – valiantly contends with inner demons as well as outer obstacles. Meanwhile, in an attempt to fend off a beleaguering emptiness, Maria Volschenk embarks on a journey to understand her sister’s search for enlightenment . . . and her subsequent death. These two narratives converge on a highly unconventional city farm, where Iggy is locked in a bitter duel with the inscrutable Brandt fellow, under the laconic gaze of Maria’s friend Jakobus. Die aanspraak van lewende wesens, the original Afrikaans version of It Might Get Loud, won five major literary awards: the M-Net Award, the University of Johannesburg Literary Prize, the Hertzog Prize, the WA Hofmeyr Prize and the Great Afrikaans Novel Prize.
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Ingrid Winterbach. It Might Get Loud
Relentless riffing
The Plains of Huang-He
The dead they chill
The Ten Gates
Sophonisba of PE
The nerves of God
Five million metric tons of soot
The dominion of the cloven-hoofed
The end is nigh! The end is nigh!
It might get loud
Farewell the locust
Black worms
Sombre whisperer and Phrygian cap
An old military storage depot
drbruno.co.za
Brünhilde
The locust
Sofie
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Ingrid Winterbach
It Might Get Loud
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Maria followed in her mother’s footsteps, worked by day as a qualified accountant for an auditors’ firm; did auditing jobs for various businesses in the town, the city and surroundings, and in the evenings she read widely to extend her range of reference. As an accountant, somebody who had for all her adult life dedicated herself to accounts and balance sheets, she was all too inclined to feel inferior to Sofie, her sister, a poet, and also to her ex-husband, the sculptor. She thus earnestly educated herself in history, history of art, philosophy, psychology. All of this also for the sake of her sculptor ex-husband, in order to hold her own in the company of his friends, admirers and acolytes. She would not permit her numeracy to stymie her general cultural literacy. (Not that she expected any of them to conduct an informed conversation with her on the subject of markets or figures.)
A year later she embarked on a relationship with a steadfast man. This time she selected someone from the business world, who appreciated her aptitude for figures. She’d learnt her lesson – no more getting into bed with an artist.
