On returning north to Amsterdam from a writer's residency in the south
of Holland, poet and novelist Lieke Marsman received grave news: the
shoulder pain that had been bothering her for years, and that had
recently become unbearable, was found to have been caused by a malignant
tumour the size of a grapefruit; it was chondrosarcoma, a rare form of
bone cancer.
Frank, conversational and suffused with a dry humour, The Following Scan
Will Last Five Minutes is a record of the diagnosis and the events and
thoughts that took place around it. But this is also a collection that
turns its attention outwards, towards societal ills and their
perpetrators, including the political class and Big Pharma. An
energising mix of prose and lyric, the poems (many of which share their
title with that of the collection, rendering it an at once mundane and
threatening refrain) start to feel like scans themselves, offering
readings of both the writer and her environment.
Beautifully translated by the poet Sophie Collins, the book also
includes a translator's note in the form of a letter to her author and
friend.