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Schulz is sometimes compared to Kafka, but he should not be. Schultz is very widely read in Poland.
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Likened to Kafka, the book as a w I discovered Bruno Schulz through an amazing short story by contemporary author Helen Maryles Shankman. Or the tailor’s dummy that is not simply an object, but imprisoned matter, tortured matter which does not know what it is and why it is, nor where the gesture may lead that has been imposed on it for ever.
View all 17 comments. Goldfarb points out in the introduction. We quite liked Adela. He died for the most banal bruo reasons. These stories are all told in the first person about his family – mostly his father.
Of course that implies that the group of decrepit military wax-figures which the narrator sreet from a wax museum in the story called ‘Spring’, and which you can see in the drawing above, are declaring that my stray thoughts are second-rate. Have you ever noticed swallows rising in flocks from between the lines of certain books? I guess it just didn’t connect.
Instead, they are woven from, to borrow Schulz’s words from one of them, “a fabric of nightmares and hashish. The artificial day had already begun to take on the hues of an ordinary morning.
Not all of the stories are illustrated but where they occur, the fantastical nature of the drawings complements the hallucinatory narratives perfectly, introducing a further layer of eccentricity to the steeet. Very discriptive, beautiful but ot easy to read because of many new words.
Reality and fantasy or unleashed imagination are in constant flux here, continuously getting in each other’s way. The writing is vivid and violent, the imagery superabundant, the imagination unfettered.
Patterns ending in wonder, not an articulation of order. Of course I think they distribute it here too, but for it not to have a UK home of streey own seems bizarre. Wikimedia Commons has media related to Sklepy cynamonowe. Bruno Schulz was shot to death in broad daylight by the Nazis in for walking home with a loaf ztreet bread through an ‘Aryan’ neighborhood.
There are just so many other books I’d rather feast my eyes upon.
Grandfather saw that I was fidgety, and went into the kitchen. Want to Read saving…. We sit patiently like spiders in a web, waiting for an unsuspecting reader to come along, and then we roll about laughing as they scroll back and forth scanning the autocorrected words in a state of the greatest perplexity.
A piece of the mural. With Schulz, his prose is just as much a catalyst into his fantastical worlds as the “story. Except when Father pontificates his views of the world. You are commenting using your WordPress. There is a chapter of enormous tenderness and humor about the friendship between the boy Schulz and a puppy named “Nimrod”, an ironic name given the fact that Nimrod was a mythical Babilonian hunter and warrior who built the Tower of Babel.
One that mattered to all of us was evening supper. How is that all I remembered from pages of reading?
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There will of course be plenty of shelving for all to climb and perch upon. I believe that even my mother noticed this strange resemblance, although we never discussed the subject. He started drawing as a young child, and he studied architecture before his schooling ceocodiles interrupted by illness and the outbreak of World War I. His words haunt my daydreams.
The Street of Crocodiles and Other Stories Reader’s Guide
On Poland, some years ago I worked on a Polish power plant financing. Shops on street corners contain wonders, vagrants become wild monsters from fairy tale nightmares.
The narrator seems to treat the substance of his memories as his father here describes matter. In that city of cheap human material, no instincts can flourish, no dark and unusual passions can be aroused.