This is a quick and unusual read by the legendary Dutch author Tim Krabbé of Het Gouden Ei (The Vanishing) fame. My review is based on an English translation from Dutch by Sam Garrett. I came to this author after having watched the film version of Spoorloos (1988) thirty-three years ago on my college campus. (My roommate and I had to walk across a dark campus just the two of us…and I have been haunted ever since.) While I have thought of George Sluizer’s disturbing film often over the years, it wasn’t until recently that I started to think about it’s source material…which led me to Krabbé. Currently my Dutch isn’t strong enough, hopefully it will be soon, to read Krabbé in his native tongue, leaving me a bit limited as to finding resources to read his writing. The first I was able to find was this 1997 novel De Grot (translated as The Cave).
The story is told through multiple perspectives and while it is a very quick read, the initial voice was very difficult for me to read. Krabbé does a wonderful job in putting you inside the mind of Egon, a Dutch geologist who is about to make his first drop as a drug mule because he’s desperate for money. Egon has just arrived in Ratanak (Cambodia) with a suitcase that he is to drop at a location in less than 24 hours…it’s hot, he’s alone and filled with anxiety. He’s jumpy and nervous he’s on the cusp of being picked up by the police and sentenced to death via beheading like the infamous Dutch traveler Doornenbosch. Krabbé’s writing was so visceral…that I was experiencing nervousness and anxiety. As I am not an anxious person by nature this was a really unpleasant experience, but a testament to Krabbé’s writing and his writing style.
We stay with Egon up until minutes after he arrives at the drop site, all while he remembers the past and his acquaintance with the sketchy Axel van de Graaf. (Who he met as a boy during a trip with the “Davy Youth Travels”.) The next section of the book switches abruptly to after the event and we now are accompanying a seasoned Dutch journalist named Michiel Polak, who met Egon while he was in college and is now in Ratanak to report on the murders of two westerners, a man and a woman, in a parking lot. We finally meet the supreme leader of Ratanakiri…also known as General Sophal, Worker Number One, who is on the verge of executing an innocent 20 year old one legged beggar boy for the crime.
Next we jump abruptly again to an American college student whose Dutch mother has gone missing. He describes the last time he saw her in person and tries to adjust to the reality of never knowing what happened to her as time goes by, meanwhile we (the reader) are wrapping our minds around knowing she was murdered in a parking lot with Egon in Ratanak.
The final chapter entitled “the cave” goes back to this beautiful innocent moment in the past when a fourteen year old boy and girl meet during a summer with Davy Youth Travels and get to know one another over building a dam together and their burgeoning interest in geology which is interrupted eventually by Axel…bringing the story full circle to the very beginning.
I really enjoyed how this story was told. I don’t think I have ever read anything quite like it and am really looking forward to reading more Krabbé. My only complaint was the anxiety I was given following Egon’s mind in the beginning, but hats off to Krabbé for the ability to make me feel that way. I am usually distanced enough from most author’s writing, but some how Krabbé was able to draw me in so quickly and completely that I had to put the book down numerous times while reading along with Egon.
“The grisliest detail Egon knew about Doornenbosch was that he hadn’t asked for a pardon.”
“In that picture Doornenbosch looked serene, tired, and content at the same time, like someone who’s gone through a serious illness and come out on top. Who is no longer as strong as he was, yet as strong as he can be.”
The Davy sex talk was great…I particularly liked “Sex, Kees said, was a very natural and important thing in your life….but they should take it from an experienced man like himself…that there was more to it than f***ing or not f***ing. A hand brushing a cheek, going out rowing together on a lovely day, an unexpected letter, walking hand in hand along a river when you loved each other-they might not believe it now, but those things could also be a huge kick, a fulfillment, something that stayed with you for the rest of your life….’that hill you all just came back from has only one top. But everyone can find their own way there.”
“He recognized the thin, actually quite ugly face, the burning forceful blue eyes, the spiky hair of indeterminate color, but most of all he recognized Axel by the feeling of unrest rising inside himself.”
“There was no way around it. Axel roared over you, making you believe that what you wanted was ridiculous and what he wanted was the thing to do.”
Look up…”In the hills behind Hurennes, Axel found a gourmet restaurant where they could sit outside beneath the lindens, with an endless view of the rolling countryside.”
“‘He was right about how it can be more special to walk through a park with a girl than to go to bed with her. It was pretty courageous of him to say that to a bunch of teenagers. I still think about that sometimes.”
I feel like there is this wonderful cautionary tale buried in this story…and it really made me grateful for values that my father taught me when I was a teenager. The gist of what my father taught me was if you make up your mind ahead of time about sex, drugs, whatever…it’s a lot harder for someone to persuade you into just going along with what others are doing. We learn that Egon falls into doing what Axel wants multiple times in his life and it starts when he is just 14 and it may have changed the course of his life forever. I feel like calling my dad up just to say thank you!
“‘It was pretty stupid of you to take it. But Thanks. So why did you do it?’ ‘It was like I had to.’ ‘So you had to,’ Axel said. ‘That’s the whole secret: to make people want what you want them to want. Intimidation. Acting like you’re running the show. Letting the other person think they’d be crazy not to. People are lazy; they’d rather obey than have to think up something to want. They’re grateful when you think up something for them…And later, when they realize they didn’t really want to…they’ve already got a bullet in them. Or a baby. And I’m supposed to feel guilty about that?”
“You don’t know what life’s about, Egon. It’s taking everything you can take. Never ask for anything; that only makes people think of not giving it. Never be afraid. Fear is a waste of intelligence. Take. The chickensh**s take a little; it takes guts to take a lot. That’s the law of life. The law in the law books is veneer.”
“After he finished his work he did what he’d been wanting to do all those years: he bought an old pickup in Quito and spent two months driving around Ecuador, Peru, Chile, and Bolivia. He climbed volcanoes, swam lakes, hiked old Inca trails.”