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Although he never quite attained the fame of his compatriots Czeslaw Milosz and Wislawa Szymborska, the late Zbigniew Herbert was one of the giants of contemporary Polish letters--not to mention European literature at large. His witty, superbly ironical verse flourished in the face of totalitarian censorship: indeed, with its overlay of parable, allegory, and deadpan allusiveness, it seemed almost to be nourished by the ideological obstacle course of 20th-century Poland. But Herbert was an equally gifted essayist. The pieces collected in
Barbarian in the Garden and
Still Life with a Bridle are wickedly intelligent and unfailingly humane. And even when the author is letting loose with a satirical dart, his imagination always functions as "an instrument of compassion."
The King of the Ants combines his twin vocations. That is, these are short prose pieces, which Herbert called "mythological essays." Yet the form itself--in which he takes apart the classic myths and expertly tinkers with their innards--has the speed and epigrammatic suavity of his best poetry. Here, for example, is Herbert's take on Atlas, whom we might call the king of mythological heavy lifting:
The whole character of Atlas, his entire being, is contained in the act of carrying. This has little pathos, and moreover it is quite common. The titan reminds us of poor people who are constantly wrestling with burdens. They carry chests, bundles, boxes on their backs, they push them, or carry them behind, all the way to mysterious caves, cellars, shacks, from which they come out after a moment even more loaded, and so on to infinity.
Herbert is no less intrigued by Antaeus, who went head to head with Heracles himself in a celebrated wrestling match. On one hand, he tries to visualize the actual bout, taking his clues from accounts by Plato, Pindar, and the Renaissance miniaturist Antonio Pollaiuolo. But it's the metaphorical implications of the match that really get him going--the way it reverses our usual image of victor and vanquished. His subject, he reminds us, "had to overcome the concept, deeply rooted in us all, of what we call high and low, the elevation of the victor and the throwing of the defeated down into the dust. For every time Antaeus was lifted up, it meant death for him." In the author's hands, these musty figures become almost alarmingly contemporary--and entertaining. And while he never weighs down his essays with philosophical ballast, they do contain more than their share of casual wisdom. Like the philosophers he mentions in the title essay, Herbert too had "the not very tactful habit of teaching others how to live."
--James Marcus
From Publishers Weekly
Employing a Borgesian pedant-narrator in these delightful "mythological essays," acclaimed Polish poet Herbert (Elegy for the Departure; Barbarian in the Garden) reconstructs classical myths, drawing on conflicting sources and embellishing as he sees fit. In the nine pieces here, Herbert engages with figures as obscure as Cleomedes of Astipalea and as familiar as Atlas. The opening and closing "essays"?"Securitas" and the title piece?are political allegories. The seven other tales examine individuals, either those who have been overlooked, or those who, despite their mythic dimensions, are surprisingly hapless: Ares, the god of war, finds himself handily defeated; Cerberus, the multi-headed dog who guards the gates of hell, becomes, once tamed by Heracles, a faithful pup; Endymion is beloved by a goddess and granted immortality?but at the cost of remaining in an eternal slumber. And in the title entry, the Myrmidons (the "ants" of the title) constantly undermine the innovative, democratizing plans of their king, Ajax, simply by adhering to their traditional conception of his autocratic power. Advised by highly educated outsiders, Ajax stages his own assassination, hoping to bring change to his people. Luckily, their simple goodness is too much even for such machinations, and in the end, he returns to rule them again, cured of his need to "improve" things. Herbert's success here lies in a lightness of touch, never pressing his ironies, but letting them unfold gently. These pieces, like the best of mythology, tackle weighty issues while maintaining a pleasantly slight?or in the case of this volume, slim?appearance. (Feb.) FYI: Herbert passed away last summer; a collection of previously untranslated poems is also due from Ecco in February (Forecasts, Dec. 21, 1998).
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