欧宝娱乐

Bruno Schulz, loner from Drogobych as he was named, in this collection of short stories, impressions actually, evokes that distant land called childhood.

At the centre of that created world is, quite patriarchal, figure of the father - unstuck from reality , absorbed in thoughts and deep in his eccentricities. Birds, mannequins and cockroaches gradually are occupying his mind. One by one , he shook off the bonds off association with human society.

In the background are the other people around the author : mother, dreamy and neglecting the house; a domestic help Adela, like a pagan goddess, rampant and emanating femininity; aunts and uncles and cousins. And the house itself, like a labyrinth with unknown number of rooms, where household, especially father is disappearing for whole weeks to emerge unexpectedly another day, cobwebbed and dusted.

At the forefront, however, is an unique and extremely dense language. The atmosphere is dreamy-like, the novel reads in just sensual way, you can feel it with your sight, taste and scent. Adela returned on luminous mornings, like Pomona from the fire of the enkindled day , tipping from her basket the colorful beauty of the sun : glistening wild cherries , full of water under their transparent skins, mysterious black cherries whose aroma surpassed that which would be realized in their taste, and apricots ,in whose golden pulp lay the core of the long afternoons.

Schulz captures our senses from the very first passage. Seemingly ordinary house under his pen populates with mythical creatures, animated things and humanized animals; wallpapers and candelabrums seem to live own life; mythologized reality, a rich, almost baroque vocabulary and unbridled imagination of the author, metaphors and ornamentation of the language are used here to describe the world which is going to pass.

But before that happens, before the winds of history wipe away a small Galician town, its houses and shops ,merchants and teachers , before they destroy the author, let him seduce us and invite to his world. Let鈥檚 immerse ourselves in lazy summer day of August when heat appears to dizzying us and, wandering around in the backstreets, set off to look for cinamonn shops.