This was Wolkers's last work of prose fiction, a novella written as the gift-book for the Dutch book promotion week (Boekenweek) in 2005. It's a curious mixture of bird-spotting, hardcore porn, and organised crime, set among the sand-dunes of the Dutch island of Texel where Wolkers lived for many years. There are some bits of quite inspired writing in the sex-scenes, but they seem to be written with a firm conviction that it's still 1970 and women's liberation is all about the right to take your clothes off on the beach. The crime story is clumsily cobbled together, apparently as an afterthought when the author realised that the love-story couldn't be made to fill enough pages - he has the narrator describe the key scene no fewer than five times, in slightly different situations. Perhaps it would have been kinder to leave Wolkers to enjoy his retirement in peace. ( )

Goede sfeer en omschrijving daarvan. Vreemd verhaal, maar misschien ook wel zodanig vreemd dat het weer goed te praten was. ( )

De laatste (?) Wolkers. Hij vervalt helaas weer in een zeer zware dosis erotiek. Op zijn leeftijd had hij toch langzamerhand wat genuanceerder over het leven kunnen denken. De plot is flinterdun. ( )

Well, what shall I say... I read it and almst immediately forgot what it was about.
I did not particularly like it, nor dislike it, for that matter. It had been sitting on my shelves for some time, because I know the reputation of the writer Wolkers in writing quite sexually explicit books.

I thought 'hey, its less than 100 pages, so how bad can it be', and then I started reading. I found it a very constructed book. Not reading pleasantly, fluently, because it felt like the writer has constantly been thinking of how to make this turn possible, this scene fit in with the rest. So no, I did not really enjoy the read. But.... I'm finished :-) ( )