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  • Hardcover: 250 pages
  • Publisher: Archipelago Books (Sept. 24 2004)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0972869298
  • ISBN-13: 978-0972869294
  • Product Dimensions: 20 x 16 x 3 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 522 g
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #1,289,469 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)


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I was on my way to see the operetta "The Gypsy Princess" for the thirty-fourth time—and, since it was late, I bypassed the line and went straight to the lady at the ticket window: "My dear madam, please just quickly give me my usual, in the balcony"—when suddenly someone took hold of me from behind, and coldly—yes, coldly—dragged me away from the window and pushed me back to my proper place, i.e., the end of the line. Read the first page
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A true pleasure May 23 2011
By Yarrow S. Paisley - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Paperback
This book is a delight, both in the writing and the construction.

The materials are of a high quality, the text is crisp and pleasingly set with enough white space that your thumb won't interfere with your reading (even if you're the kind of reader who holds the book with one hand, a procedure I'd recommend in this case only to large-handed readers, as the dimensions might prove unwieldy to those with short fingers). There are even French flaps, if that is something that excites you.

Gombrowicz is never profound in these stories, indeed turns the idea of insight on its head, and that is precisely what makes this collection so adorable! The situations are absurd, the silliness protracted. Just when you think a story has gone off the rails, you discover that really the author has created a whole new set of rails and you simply didn't notice. If you enjoy Rimbaud or Douglas Adams, I think you'll find yourself right at home in these pages.

Bill Johnston's work of translation is glorious. I don't know Polish, so I can't judge the accuracy of the English version, but the style is superb and audacious and fits the content impeccably, which to me indicates a genuine synergy with the original author.

I'll close this review with a quotation typical of the style (from "A Premeditated Crime"):

The deceased lay on the bed--just as he had died--the only thing they had done was to turn him on his back. His livid, swollen face betokened death by asphyxiation, as was usual in the case of heart attacks.

"Asphyxiated," I murmured, though I could clearly see it was a heart attack.

"It was his heart, his heart, sir ... He died because of his heart."

"Oh, the heart can sometimes asphyxiate ... It can," I said lugubriously. She was still standing and waiting--and so I crossed myself, said a prayer, and then (she was still standing there) I said quietly:

"Such noble features!"

Her hands were shaking so much that I decided I ought to kiss them again ...
11 of 19 people found the following review helpful
Like a fine punch; you might like other parts better June 11 2005
By Bruce P. Barten - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Hardcover
This 2004 translation from the Polish by Bill Johnston (Director of the Polish Studies Center at Indiana University) of the early stories of Witold Gombrowicz (1904-1969) begins with seven stories written between 1926 and 1932, which were originally published in 1933. The other stories appeared in a collection published in Krakow in 1957. After a scholarly edition appeared in 2002, as the first volume in a definitive edition of Gombrowicz's collected works, this fresh English translation based on that version is the most logical book to have for English readers interested in the literary beginnings of the great Polish novelist. The Afterword by Bill Johnston provides enough background, revealed by Gombrowicz in POLISH MEMORIES, to picture Gombrowicz already trying to write novels, but only pleased with some brief pieces that "gave birth to some scene that was truly crazy, removed from the (healthy) expectations of mediocre logic, and yet firmly rooted in its own separate logic." (p. 271).

Comedy is a poor excuse for claiming intellectual bondage to a thinker who died during an early stage in my lifetime, when I was totally preoccupied with other thinkers. He studied law at Warsaw University and philosophy in France long before I was born, but the sequence seems to be appropriate to the subject matter of these stories and to the nature of my outlook as well. Philosophy is a step in a peculiar direction for anyone who comes to the conclusion that justice is unlikely to be obtained in any matter in which the government has an interest, and this book starts with stories that make such an outlook something like an obsession. The psychological compulsion which determines the activities of Gombrowicz's characters tops any other meaning that readers might attempt to find in these stories.

The first, "Lawyer Kraykowski's Dancer," certainly captures the motivations which made me decide that I wanted to attend Harvard Law School in 1968 before receiving my draft notice, so that two years later I would have no trouble returning to the first year classes with "a letter of recommendation from your commanding officer in the military, or the warden of your prison" as the Dean of students put it in his address to entering students who were not entitled to draft deferments as first-year graduate students in 1968. As a prospective information looter and shooter, it seemed noble to me to allow the government to have the first few years in which I would be forming my opinions about government policies to put me wherever there was the greatest need for someone who had the intellectual capacity to observe what was going on and make a few guesses about what it was all about. Having learned the military manner of shouting, I am particularly struck by the humiliation suffered by the narrating character in his first encounter with the Lawyer Kraykowski:

"Was it you who did me the honor?" I asked in a tone that might have been ironic, perhaps even sinister, but since I suddenly came over weak, I said it too quietly. (pp. 3-4).

The plot has some cosmic moments, "as if all the forces in the world had gathered within me in a great frenzy" (p. 16), that people who are slaves to normal sensations might not recall.

The second story even has a military element:

Suddenly an artillery shell flew over, burst its sides, and exploded, blowing off both of Uhlan Kacperski's legs and tearing open his stomach; and Kacperski was at first confused, not grasping what had happened; then a moment later he also exploded, but in laughter; he was also bursting his sides, but with laughter!--holding his stomach, which was gushing blood like a fountain, he squealed and squealed in his comical, loud, hysterical, farcical high-pitched voice--for minutes on end! How infectious that laugh was! You have no idea what such an unexpected sound can be like on the field of battle. I barely managed to survive till the end of the war.--And when I returned home I realized, my ears were still ringing with this laughter, that everything by which I had lived until then had crumbled into dust; . . . (p. 31).

The third story, "A Premeditated Crime," has an unexpected:

"My husband," she said dryly, turning to me, "died last night."--What?! So he was dead? So that was it! (p. 39).

The first few hundred copies of Gombrowicz's stories included an explanation that in this story "the family loves the father, and he has not been murdered; and that in `Dinner at Countess Pavahoke's' the soup is not actually made from the runaway boy, but that the association is purely linguistic, and that `the point of the story is that the hunger and suffering of poor Bolek Cauliflower make the cauliflower-vegetable taste better to the aristocrats eating it.' " (pp. 274-275).

Readers of the novel FERDYDURKE might remember the stories "Philidor's Child Within" and "Philibert's Child Within," which are freshly translated into English in this book "in an atmosphere of nail-biting tension and with endless spontaneous rounds of thunderous applause." (p. 212).

The story "On the Kitchen Steps" is described as "written earlier but omitted from RECOLLECTIONS OF ADOLESCENCE out of consideration for the author's father, who Gombrowicz was afraid might read an allusion to himself in the story." (pp. 273-274).

With so much "Mucky tricks!" (p. 224) and "Hee hee hee, hey diddle diddle, hey diddle diddle!" (p. 225) near the beginning, imagining his father shouting such things in his sleep and having his mother tell his father "And then you shouted--it was awful--about some sort of hey diddle diddle" (p. 228), only to find out:

"Perhaps it was some recollections from my youth. You know, I'm already growing old, and as one ages one recalls one's youth, like soup one had once, thirty years ago." (p. 229).

So Gombrowicz wrote that in Polish once and finally had it published. This is great news.
7 of 27 people found the following review helpful
Disappointing Nov. 11 2006
By ISaidThat - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Paperback Verified Purchase
I was disappointed by this book. I read the first few pages and was fascinated. The first story in the book had some great character pathology in it, telling the tale of an obsessed man from his point of view, but the rest of the book was literally nonsensical. It was like Dr. Seuss stories without the charming rhymes or colorful pictures if they had material unfit for children. The plots were even less well-developed than that lesser of Seuss's classics, One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish. This book is a bit like that New York art gallery that I once visited that had a jar of urine on exhibit as a work of art: the bizarre is being passed off as creative. The first story is worth reading, but the rest can be skipped in favor of the more intellectually vigorous Horton Hears a Who.


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