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Ingrid Winterbach - It Might Get Loud

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After a disturbing call from a certain Josias Brandt, Karl Hofmeyr departs for Cape Town to help his brother, Iggy, who is apparently running amok. On this journey Karl hard-core heavy-metal fan valiantly contends with inner demons as well as outer obstacles. Meanwhile, in an attempt to fend off a beleaguering emptiness, Maria Volschenk embarks on a journey to understand her sisters search for enlightenment. . and her subsequent death. These two narratives converge on a highly unconventional city farm, where Iggy is locked in a bitter duel with the inscrutable Brandt fellow, under the laconic gaze of Marias friend Jakobus. Die aanspraak van lewende wesens, the original Afrikaans version of It Might Get Loud, won five major literary awards: the M-Net Award, the University of Johannesburg Literary Prize, the Hertzog Prize, the WA Hofmeyr Prize and the Great Afrikaans Novel Prize.

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Ingrid Winterbach

It Might Get Loud

Relentless riffing

ONE FINE MORNING KARL HOFMEYR is called on his cell phone. Your brother is causing havoc, says the caller, you must come and get him. Who am I talking to? asks Karl. Josias Brandt, the man says, your brother is staying with us on the farm. (Karl hasnt spoken to Iggy for a long time. His cell phones been beeping engaged.) Can I talk to Ignatius myself? Karl says. He doesnt have a phone any more, says Josias, hes chucked away his phone. (How would the man know that?) Hes giving us grief here, says Josias. What kind of grief? Karl asks (not that he really wants to know). He disappears and then when he comes back, hes all over the place. Hes aggressive, he accuses me of all kinds of nonsense. Theyre going to nail him, says Josias, I can no longer assume responsibility for his safety when he disappears like that. Its a liability I no longer want to shoulder. (Liability. Nothing wrong with the guys command of language.) Ill sort something out, Karl says. Youd better sort something out quickly, says Josias.

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That evening Karl visits his friend Hendrik. Theyre firm friends, have known each other for a long time, ever since school. Theyre partners in a small software business in town. Hendrik is also into music, as he is. He plays the guitar in a small rock band. He writes poetry as well. Karl doesnt read much poetry, but what hes read of Hendriks strikes him as good. Hendrik is always laughing. He is sturdy and hairy, with a broad, flat face. Everything is broad and flat about Hendrik. He looks like an amiable mariner. He is of a solid disposition and a reliable friend the most reliable of Karls friends. He has long, curly hair and a beard. His hair is somewhere between brown and red. Hendrik is an optimist. Nothing ever gets him down. Late into the night they listen to Accepts new album, Blood of the Nations. Kick-ass cover: against a red backdrop a fist, dipped in blood, with two fingers raised in the V-sign, with the groups name in metallic letters over it. Theyve been looking forward to this album Accepts first in more than ten years. They listen to the LP, Hendrik ordered it recently; neither of them listens to CDs any more.

He and Hendrik attended the Deep Purple concert in the ICC a while ago. The crowd went berserk when Ian Gillan sang Smoke on the Water. Every single soul in the audiences hair stood on end. The man was unstoppable. He blasted a hole in the dome with his voice. Steve Morse, his guitarist, had hair like seaweed, Karl thought, like seaweed in the sea, billowing to and fro. With that flailing guitar accompanying him. Introducing him, Gillan said, Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you: Steve Morse freshly manicured and slightly scared. The event was a highlight. One of the few highlights in Karls life the last few months. His voice was hoarse for days afterwards, from shouting and cheering that evening.

Only after theyve had quite a few beers does Karl get up the courage to tell Hendrik about the phone call that morning. Yes, says Hendrik, doesnt sound good. Sounds shit, says Karl. What are you going to do? asks Hendrik. I suppose Ill have to go, says Karl. When? asks Hendrik. I dont know, says Karl, Im half-hoping that if I wait long enough, the situation will sort itself out.

They have another beer and listen to Delirious Nomad, Armored Saints second album. Pure Los Angeles power metal, says Hendrik. Totally underrated, says Karl. Jeez, says Hendrik, to think that old Dave Pritchards dead. Devastating, says Karl. Best news ever that Duncan and Sandoval got back into the act, says Hendrik. Cant wait for their new album, says Karl.

They have a last beer and listen to La Raza. No holds barred delivery, says Hendrik. Relentless riffing, says Karl. But try as he may, tonight the music just doesnt grab him as totally as usual.

John Bush shouldnt have gone over to Anthrax, says Hendrik. Probably a career move, says Karl. Bush should be in Saint, Hendrik says, thats where he belongs. Anthrax opened for Pantera in San Jos the other day, says Karl. Would give my left testicle to have been there. (Would give my left testicle to be anyplace but here right now, Karl thinks, what with Iggy causing shit again somewhere. Just as he thinks now Iggys okay, now hes settled, now things are going well, then something else happens. And every time he, Karl, has to pitch in to save the show.)

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Maria Volschenks good friend, Jakobus Coetzee, writes by email to tell her that hes taken up residence on a city farm. A foster farm, freak farm, pig farm, he calls it, where the sleep of reason brings forth monsters (harpies). People there dont opt for the simple life. What can you expect from a city farm, he asks a farm in the city with a view of the mountain; a haven for have-nots? For those of reduced means and straitened circumstances.

Lording it over all this is the director of operations, says Jakobus: Josias B, with unbridled id a latter-day Lear in leather sandals. A fabulous director of operations, a sensational extrovert. Come drop in when next youre in this neck of the Cape, come cast an eye on roaring pig and fascist goose.

*

The next day theres no word from the Josias Brandt fellow. Hes almost tempted to take heart. Perhaps Iggy has come to his senses. Perhaps the situation has sorted itself out. With Iggy you never can tell. Iggy is unpredictable, if nothing else. Iggy is bloody gifted, hes way out, but he is a loyal brother. Hed do anything for Karl. Iggy is a good person, its just that he does odd things at times.

But that evening Josias Brandt calls again. When are you coming? he asks.

Karl hesitates.

Listen, says the man, Ive put up with Ignatius for quite awhile now. Ive been patient for a long time. At first he was okay. But then he started with his nonsense.

What kind of nonsense exactly? Karl asks.

I told you yesterday. Hes aggressive. He could get violent. And sometimes he wears womens clothes. Hes carrying on like a fucking whore, man.

Hes been okay this last while, says Karl. (Womens clothes; Iggy whorish? Fuck. Not as far as he knows.)

That he no longer is. Hes a liability. I can no longer assume responsibility for his emotional or physical well-being. If he does something rash and comes unstuck, I dont want it on my conscience. So sort something out and come and get your brother.

Later that evening he drops in on Hendrik again. I dont know what to do, he says. I dont know what Iggys up to. He had a paranoid episode a few years ago. These last few months things seemed to be going well. I havent spoken to him for a long time. I have no idea how serious it is. Hes not answering his cell phone. The Brandt fellow says hes chucked it away. Iggys not the aggressive type. Hes not violent. Quite the opposite. Its not like him to chuck away cell phones. I dont know whats happening. Womens clothes. Hes never done that before.

Where does he get the stuff? asks Hendrik.

I was wondering that myself, says Karl. If only I knew what he was up to. Ive got a premonition. I had a terrible dream about him last night.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, says Hendrik. Go see a psychic.

What should I see a psychic for? Karl asks. You know I dont do psychics. I dont do oil and I dont do psychics. I dont do mediums or paranormal events or sances or contact with the dead or any of that kind of stuff. I have no desire to see the face of my dead mother or grandmother or great-grandmother or whoever. I dont want anyone to see any face over my shoulder or above my head not a face, or an apparition, or a significant cloud or whatever.

Calm down, says Hendrik. Somebody at work went when he lost some important files. The woman helped him to get them back.

I want to know whats up with Iggy, and if the woman can help me with that, fine, says Karl. But no monkeys paws or baboon pelts or animal skulls, please, and no dear departeds that the woman thinks she sees floating behind me. And especially no amorphous spheres of gibbering ectoplasm.

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