I have one of his books on my shelves, but I have not read this book. The writer I am talking about is Karel Schoeman (1939) from South Africa. He studied linguistics and he studied at a Roman Catholic seminary, later he travelled to Ireland to join the order of the Franciscans (long before the present pope took the name of the old Italian). In the end he did not enter the order, but returned to South Africa to study to be a librarian. He did some work in Amsterdam and Glasgow and came back to South Africa again.
In the meantime he wrote many books, and many of his books have been translated, into English, into Dutch, into German, into French.
Now Schoeman has been honoured with the “N.P. van Wyk Louw-eerbewys vir die bevordering van die Afrikaanse taal, kultuur en geskiedenis”. In honour of his achievements for the Afrikaner language, culture and history.