Although Turkish Delight was mostly praised by critics, Wolkers was attacked for his style: his coarse prose, use of slang, lack of paragraphs.
Rutger Hauer plays a passionate artist and Monique van de Ven is his equally passionate model.
Lolita can you make laugh about, and even sympathise with, a paedophile.
But later on, he rapes her while she is sleeping.
I wanted to discuss the rape in detail, but cannot quote it without, somehow, feeling complicit.
The book remains as compelling as it is off-putting; I constantly found myself admiring how Wolkers expressed something, rather than what was being expressed.
She shows off her entire canvas, from the hairy bristles to the soft, curvy frame.
His book was, despite being set in the 50s, considered more a reflection of a liberated Amsterdam than something instigating said liberation.