
12 March 2006 at Protea Bookshop: Engela van Rooyen and Deon Knobel during Woordfees 2006.
Engela started her talk with grateful reminiscence of Wilhelm's generous help
when she started to write. Wilhelm's brother, Deon, commissioned Stellenbosch
composer, Hendrik Hofmeyr, to set 5 poems to music. These 5 elegiese verse vir bariton en klavier were presented on Sunday's concert in the Endler Hall: Geen skip strand ooit teen hierdie kus nie, Elegie, Gedig vir Klein Estie,. By die dood van Motau and. Op slag gedood.
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Wilhelm Friedrich Knobel was born on 26 October 1935, in Bethlehem, and grew up
on his parent's farm, Versien. He loved books and music and took piano and, later, cello lessons.
After matriculation from Bethlehem Voortrekker High School he studied Languages
and Philosophy at the University of Stellenbosch (BA and BA Hons, both cum
laude). With a bursary from the French government, he continued his studies at
the Sorbonne in Paris, where he became a friend of Breyten Breytenbach. He
also started painting.
After a serious car accident in Belgium, he suffered concussion, followed by
depression, and had to return to South
Africa.
W. F. Knobel lectured in French at the University of Orange Free State and at
Unisa and
worked as a translator in Pretoria. He was a deeply religious man. For the last
four years of his life he
suffered from repeated bouts of manic depression and was unable to work. He
spent most
of the time with Deon Knobel, his youngest brother, (a Professor of Forensic
Medicine at UCT) in his house in Gardens, Cape Town, and was often in the care
of the nearby Gardens Nursing home. Wilhelm Knobel died in his sleep on 4
January 1974 in Cape Town. He is buried onVersien.
Order Twee Siklusse – Wilhelm Knobel: die ongewapende man :
(Sagteband, 64 bladsye, ISBN?0 620 33912 8, R95.)
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