L is for Mark Leyner. Language as dynamite. It seems he does not write literature anymore.

K is for Jack Kerouac. Who else? For me American literature started with On the Road.

J is for Henry James. Even though I am unable to finish his big novels; the social worlds he depicts are utterly alien to me.

Prachtige, warme nazomerdag. 22 graden, zon, zonder jas aan fietsen met R. en F. (wat drinken bij De Zwarte Kat).

I is for Washington Irving and his American transformations of German stories.

H is for Nathaniel Hawthorne. Rather than for Hemingway.

G is for William Gaddis. The Gaddis of The Recognitions as I still have to finish JR.

Zaterdagmiddag. Warm. Zon. Meer dan 20 graden. Nauwelijks wind. Nazomer. Nog verkouden. Wel rijden.

Marcusstraat – Diemerpark – Muiden – Uitermeer – Googpad – Ankeveen – Spanderswoud – Corversbos – Lambertskade – Vreeland – kanaal – Gaasp – Bijlmer – Marcusstraat

F is for Raymond Federman, I translated The Voice in the Closet. Hence no Faulkner whose work I find difficult.

E is for Dave Eggers? I have not read enough Emerson, Steve Erickson, Ralph Ellison, and nothing by Stanley Elkin or Louise Erdrich.