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Everyone's life is a story

in its own right.

One story is thrilling,

the other one boring.

It just depends on what you make of it.

Everyone has a novel character in them.

A dreamer, a loser,

a traitor or a hero.

But the question is:

who wants to write it down?

And who wants to read it?

Those stories full of dreams,

fears and longing.

THE LONGING:

In any case,

this story is about Marc.

With his brother, he's a publisher.

Of books.

Good books.

Is my brother here yet?

No, not yet

- Of course not.

It's very bad here.

- Same as last time.

Nothing wrong then either.

I'll have a look.

Hello. Brigitte Hooijmakers.

- Marc Goudemondt.

Mrs. Hooijmakers, something went wrong...

- I always fight with my spell checker...

This appointment slipped through.

- ...so I probably made some mistakes.

And my grammar isn't...

I keep interrupting you, right?

I've read your...

..."book". Well, for the most part.

HURRYING ON HEELS

Is it true that your main character

isn't a person, but consists of...

Jimmy Choos.

Those are shoes?

- Yes.

That's what it's about.

Shoes can say everything about someone.

Shoes can be someone.

Honestly.

So what do you think?

Is it your kind of book?

Hi.

Gee, looks awesome.

- Yeah, it was dead.

This model is just a bit tight.

How's that possible?

Our best sold title

of the past two years:

2314 copies. Two print runs.

Half of the Netherlands

is writing a novel these days.

Aren't you buried in manuscripts?

Sure.

Just last week I met an unknown writer

with a masterpiece.

But it isn't about that any more

these days.

I can publish the most wonderful books,

but if I can't get my author on TV...

...I may as well recycle them right away.

- What's the problem with that writer?

Anything...

...in the mail for me...

...today?

What's your name?

- Schutte.

Yep, here you go.

REJECTIONS:

Two thousand novels fit on here.

Probably twenty thousand

by the end of the month.

Dinner's ready.

I remember the days when quadraphonics

were all the rage.

Quadraphonics.

As if we have four ears.

A while back, 3D TV was a must-have.

That flopped as well.

A book is something you want to hold.

You have to smell and feel it.

Wonderful that soup of yours, mom.

Write down those recipes.

Guaranteed to be a bestseller.

Cookbooks sell like hotcakes, dad.

Let me just say that I'm happy

that you keep the business afloat...

...without cook and travel books...

...and without too much

of that e-reader stuff.

Very happy-

But it isn't easy for us...

A good publishing house

always has a right to exist. Always.

Fortunately, my sons have the real

publishing genes.

One of the prettiest women

I've ever seen and ambitious as hell.

And? Follow-up appointment?

Just for the sex?

A bimbo with a trashy book.

Not a sentence without a mistake.

Jesus, man, who cares.

You're straight, aren't you?

Or are you afraid she'll spell 'sex'

with 'ks'?

Bo, again you didn't say

anything tonight.

I can't remember hearing you say anything.

You're better at that sort of thing

than I am.

Suppose we really go bankrupt...

Then we can arrange dad's funeral.

What if we turn Brigitte

into a real writer?

Have you lost your mind?

- Haven't been here for a while.

Did they catch those burglars?

- Funny.

She took everything, except for my books

the microwave and three lamps..

Shouldn't you get new furniture?

- What with?

I'm still owed six months in wages.

I'm not going to participate in this.

- Listen...

That guy looks like a troglodyte.

Two sentences take him 30 minutes.

But that book is f***ing brilliant.

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