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The latest addition to our Reviews Section is by Hannah Chute on Amsterdam Stories by Nescio, from New York Review Books.

Hannah is one of two Hannahs interning at Open Letter this summer. We’re still working on a good nickname for her���Ĵ�ý�for now, depending on the situation, we (read: I) have been referring to the Hannahs as “Hannah” and “Other Hannah.” (If yet another of our interns, Reagan, was also a Hannah, things would get messy. Other Other Hannah?)

Anyway, this relatively small volume of stories by Nescio sounds pretty cool, particularly the chronology of style behind it, and falls into the category of compact volumes from NYRB that I personally can’t wait to dive into���Ĵ�ý�a fairly long list that (in no particular order) includes .

Here’s the beginning of Hannah’s review:

Nescio, Koekebakker, J.H.F. Grönloh. Writing only in his spare time, he was known to most of the world as a respectable and prominent businessman, the director of the Holland-Bombay Trading Company: exactly the kind of man whom his early protagonists would scorn, and at whom his later protagonists would smile grimly, knowing that ���Ĵ�ý�respectability���Ĵ�ý� is society���Ĵ�ý�s code-word for ���Ĵ�ý�half-stifled misery.���Ĵ�ý� Producing only a few short stories, he went largely unnoticed during his lifetime, only posthumously gaining a place in the canon of Dutch literature. Now, his poignant and subtly humorous Amsterdam Stories have finally been brought to an English-speaking audience by Damion Searls, an award-winning translator who works with German, Norwegian, French, and Dutch texts.

The nine stories and novellas of this collection, arranged in chronological order of their writing, come together to form a composite portrait of a single life ���Ĵ�ý� quite transparently a version of Nescio���Ĵ�ý�s own. In his early stories, such as ���Ĵ�ý�The Freeloader���Ĵ�ý� and ���Ĵ�ý�Young Titans,���Ĵ�ý� the narrator is Koekebakker, who is idealistic, poor, and (mostly) happy, confident as he is ���Ĵ�ý�going to do _something_���Ĵ�ý� with his life. A vague, beautiful something that animates him and his group of four like-minded friends. The narrator looks back on this youth with jaded wistfulness: ���Ĵ�ý�We were kids ���Ĵ�ý� but good kids . . . We���Ĵ�ý�re much smarter now, so smart it���Ĵ�ý�s pathetic.���Ĵ�ý� But in spite of this cynicism, it is surprisingly easy to get caught up in the half-baked ideas and humorous antics of Koekebakker & Co. . . .

For the rest of the review, go here.