I have recently completed Bruno Schulz’s The Street Of Crocodiles. I’m going to post a fuller review of this but just briefly I would like to say that this book is an unequivocal masterpiece. It’s probably the book that has had more of an effect upon me as a reader than anything else I’ve so far covered this year and every bit as good as Kawabata’s Palm of the Hand stories or Buzzati’s Tartar Steppe. Briefly then, rather than a collection of disparate stories, this is really a series of interconnected vignettes drawn mainly from Schulz’s childhood, focusing primarily around his family, hometown and its associated cast of characters. Aside from the frequently soaring prose and use of imagery and fabulous imaginative qualities that Schulz’s writing displays, this is really about an author whose Genius lies in the uncanny ability to almost seamlessly dismantle the divide between dream and reality in an attempt to more closely connect with the taproot of humanity's primal myth and from whose process entirely new and wonderful possibilities materialize. Reading through the all too brief introductory notes to this excellent translation, it is obvious to even the casual observer that Schulz was a deep thinker and this current collection in the opinion of this reviewer at least, a brilliant triumph in the merging of sublime poetic prose with clear-sighted intellect.
Particularly memorable, poignant and indeed touching are Schulz’s portrayals of his Father, whose near mythical persona emblazoned its influence upon the conscience of a young boy’s life, symbolic in fact of the book’s wider attempts to mythologize reality and indicative, I suspect, of Schulz’s own fundamental desire to ascend from the mundanities of provincial existence into a world of art and continued exploration of the mysteries of the human soul. More than that though, it acted as a doorway into what may be described as the equilibrium of solitude both requisite for the author’s creative process but also, as Schulz wrote, “almost art itself”; a bulwark in fact against the rising tide of consumerism that was encroaching upon the old traditions of Schulz’s Polish hometown, no more patently described as in the title story detailing those “rattlleheaded men and women of easy morals” who populate “The Street Of Crocodiles”. In conclusion, this collection comes very highly recommended and with the greatest possible rating of 10 stars.
I’m now reading The Palace Of Dreams by Ismail Kadare, arguably Albania’s greatest living novelist and a frequent nominee for the Nobel Prize in Literature. Briefly then, The Palace Of Dreams describes a place in which the dreams of all a county’s citizens are collected and scrutinized, where an entire nation’s consciousness is laid bare to the mercies and manipulations of its government. Banned upon publication in Albania in 1981, this novel is so far proving to be a high quality read….
Following this novel I’ll be starting on the widely acclaimed existential masterpiece The Book Of Disquiet, what has been described as “the most beautiful diary of the Century” pieced together as it were posthumously from some 25,000 literary items discovered in a trunk in 1935 belonging to Portugal’s greatest ever poet, Fernando Pessoa.