'Netherland' is an ambiguous word. It evokes, of course, the Netherlands inhabited by the Dutch, one of whom, Hans van den Broek, tells this story of a few late years spent in that New World city founded almost four hundred years ago on Manhattan Island as New Amsterdam, in what was then the territory of New Netherland. But 'netherland' could also mean any faraway place, as in those 'nether regions' of the city where Hans's teammates from the Staten Island Cricket Club spend their nights. (Hans spends his nights in Chelsea, a Manhattan neighbourhood hardly described in this book, notable for a high concentration of well-built gay men, new condominiums, art galleries, bank branches and large home-furnishing outlets.) 'Netherland' also has sinister overtones of Never Never Land, and sounds like a euphemism for Hades.

LRB 17 July 2008 | PDF Download