1972. I read the 50th anniversary edition! [out of the library] with author's preface! And she is still going strong, still publishing. Author born 1946.
A long short story, I guess a novela.
I had just read her children's book MEneer Ratti and like it, so I checked out a couple of her adult books.
Actually Meneer Ratti and Bleekers Zomer have similarities -- Van Keulen uses richly detailed descriptions of the character's every movement, smell, pain, feeling, hearing... This seems to make the character come to life. Each book focuses squarely on the main character; the handful of other characters are there only because they are necessary to the plot but our focus remains on the main character the whole time.
Willem Bleeker is a somewhat interesting person but I don't get a very clear understanding of his situation, for instance I don't know whether the ending is happy or not! In any case, most of the book show him returning to the working class neighborhood of Amsterdam where he grew up and spending a couple days there now with his former best friend [they had not kept up with each other at all]. Everything that happens with that friend [as well as everything about his childhood] contrasts sharply with his middle class existence in the Hague with his wife and two small children, the wife having grown up middle class in The Hague.
It's nicely done, showing the tension he feels he's under trying to meet his wife's [and her parents'] demands and expectations, and those of his workplace. Yet the 'freedom' of his former buddy in Amsterdam has a lot of downsides to it, which he soon experiences. Will he succeed in finding a way [emotionally] forward out of this contradiction?
I was sorry to see several occurrences of 'neger[s]' and 'negerinnen', such dehumanizing ways of referring to dark-skinned persons.
Near the end of the book:
""Wat bleef er dan over, waar moest ie naar toe? Daarachter ligt Engeland en daarachter en verder, nog verder, sta ik weer, dacht ie, o, de wereld is zo klein, zo gruwelijk hopeloos klein. De tranen gleden over zijn wangen in zijn hals en hij liet ze gaan omdat ie niet wist of het door de wind kwam.""