02174 2200361 4500001002100000005001500021007000300036008004100039020001800080035002000098040001200118041001300130082001600143084001600159100005300175245005100228264003800279264004400317264003500361264004400396300002600440336002100466337003000487338002300517520116800540521000901708650002501717650001301742850001201755990001501767990001501782990001501797INLIS00000000085096220240115110947ta240115 g 1 eng  a9781805330264 a0010-0124000382 aJKPDJAK1 ainghned142[23]a839.3 a839.3 REV e1 aReve, GerardePengarangeReve, GerardePengarang10aThe evenings :ba winter's tale /cGerard Reve 0aAmsterdam :bDe Bezige Bij,c1947 4aEnglish translation © Sam Garrett 2016 1aLondon :bPushkin Press,c2023 4aOriginal text © Erven Gerard Reve 1947 a317 halaman ;c21 cm. 2rdacontentateks 2rdamediaatanpa perantara 2rdacarrieravolume3 aThe Evenings by Gerard Reve focuses on something we’ve all experienced – wasted days. They’re the ones where you get up buzzing with plans to make the most of the day. For Frits van Egters, the central character in Gerard Reve’s debut novel The Evenings, most of his days disappear into this kind of nothingness. In the final days of 1946 he wakes one Sunday morning determined that this day will be different; that this “will be a day well spent. This will be no wasted and profitless Sunday.” But what happens? Nothing much. He drifts through the day, one minute listening to the radio and the next taking books from his shelves and flicking through them without reading a word. In between he looks out of the window, idly observing the passers by and ducks waddling on the canal, and makes a minute examination of his mouth in the mirror. By then it is afternoon and “all is lost, everything is ruined. But the evening can still make up for a great deal.” Except his visit that evening to a friend also turns out to be a waste of time. And so one day turns into the next and the next. His life in fact is an endless cycle of monotonous days.1 aUmum 4aKesusastraan Belanda 4aMotivasi aJKPDJAK aJ000633/24 aJ000634/24 aJ000635/24