The Complete Fiction of Bruno Schulz: The Street of Crocodiles, Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass

The Complete Fiction of Bruno Schulz The Street of Crocodiles Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass The Street of Crocodiles in the Polish city of Drogobych is a street of memories and dreams where recollections of Bruno Schulz s uncommon boyhood and of the eerie side of his merchant family s life a

  • Title: The Complete Fiction of Bruno Schulz: The Street of Crocodiles, Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass
  • Author: Bruno Schulz
  • ISBN: 9780802710918
  • Page: 258
  • Format: Hardcover
  • The Street of Crocodiles in the Polish city of Drogobych is a street of memories and dreams where recollections of Bruno Schulz s uncommon boyhood and of the eerie side of his merchant family s life are evoked in a startling blend of the real and the fantastic Most memorable and most chilling is the portrait of the author s father, a maddened shopkeeper who imports raThe Street of Crocodiles in the Polish city of Drogobych is a street of memories and dreams where recollections of Bruno Schulz s uncommon boyhood and of the eerie side of his merchant family s life are evoked in a startling blend of the real and the fantastic Most memorable and most chilling is the portrait of the author s father, a maddened shopkeeper who imports rare birds eggs to hatch in his attic, who believes tailors dummies should be treated like people, and whose obsessive fear of cockroaches causes him to resemble one.Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass is the second and final work of Bruno Schulz, the acclaimed Polish writer killed by the Nazis during World War II In the words of Isaac Bashevis Singer, What he did in his short life was enough to make him one of the most remarkable writers who ever lived Weaving myth, fantasy, and reality, Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass, is, to quote Schulz, an attempt at eliciting the history of a certain family a search for the mythical sense, the essential core of that history.

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    1. Collected Stories by Bruno Schulz is a collection of short stories comprised of two published works and additional uncollected stories. Schulz was a Polish Jewish writer, fine artist, literary critic and art teacher. He is regarded as one of the great Polish-language prose stylists of the 20th century. In 1938, he was awarded the Polish Academy of Literature's prestigious Golden Laurel award.There are two things that make this collection great. The first is the writing style. Schulz is perhaps t [...]

    2. Ο τρόπος που δένει την πραγματικότητα με τη φαντασία, τον ρεαλισμό με το όνειρο, την αλήθεια με τον μύθο, έχει κάτι το αρχέγονο, το πρωτεϊκό. Εμπεριέχει την ουσία του κόσμου, σε όλες τις πιθανές και απίθανες εκδοχές του. Από τη μια, οι χρωματιστές, πλούσιες λεκτικές πινελιές (έ [...]

    3. DNF. A family of four lived in a dark, shaded apartment with wallpaper yellowed from the excessive summer heat. The dimly lit apartment, above their dressmaking business, was in a state of neglect. The father's health deteriorated as he experienced loss of his mental faculties. He conversed with himself, was often agitated and sometimes became glazed over like an automaton. The metaphors, although excellent, were not enough to help maintain my interest level in continuing to read and fairly asse [...]

    4. 4.75This is like nothing I’ve read before. Take Franz Kafka, Marcel Proust and Jorge Luis Borges; shake them up; rearrange the splinters into a collage of expressionism; and still this is like nothing I’ve read before.A father becomes a cockroach, a large bird, a crustacean; an aunt burns in a fit of anger into a pile of ashes. The young narrator remembers a book, the Book of all Books, from when he was even younger and despairs at his family’s cavalier attitude when he discovers its fate. [...]

    5. I first read Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass at the turn of the millennium and now I just wanted to reread a single story but couldn’t stop till the last page – such is the magic of this book.“I am simply calling it The Book without any epithets or qualifications, and in this sobriety there is a shade of helplessness, a silent capitulation before the vastness of the transcendental, for no word, no allusion, can adequately suggest the shiver of fear, the presentiment of a thing w [...]

    6. jestem literacko rozbitybo wyobraźnia Schulza nie zna graniczbiór ten jest o wiele trudniejszy od "Sklepów"dlatego jeszcze nie raz wrócę do tej książkiprzykro mi, że to już koniec jego opublikowanej twórczościa może w jego tekstach jest jeszcze więcej nieznanych mi sekretów…?

    7. ‘It is part of my existence to be the parasite of metaphors’ writes the author in the very short story Loneliness. He has a point. This entire collection of short stories is riddled with metaphor. Riddled? For all I know maybe it is all just metaphor. It has also been a challenge for me personally. This collection, to me anyway, is a heady mix of the metaphor with childlike fantasy and delirious dreaming that seemingly mixes the authors life memories/observations that cover his childhood thr [...]

    8. there are v. few writers I know of today who can project one's psyche onto the physical world in such a dispassionate yet compelling way as Schulz. He cajoles one into taking residence in his mind through a fireworks display of prose that is as unrelenting as it is demanding. Even the slightest phrase can take off as abruptly as a flight of roosting birds: images collide into each other and spark new narrative lines. It is a conjurer's act, one made up of fragmented memories--a walk at dusk, a w [...]

    9. “On Saturday afternoons I used to go for a walk with my mother. From the dusk of the hallway, we stepped at once into the brightness of the day. The passerby, bathed in melting gold, had their eyes half-closed against the glare, as if they were drenched with honey, upper lips were drawn back, exposing the teeth. Everyone in this golden day wore that grimace of heat–as if the sun had forced his worshippers to wear identical masks of gold. The old and the young, women and children, greeted eac [...]

    10. Following Nabokov’s Pale Fire with this Schulz wonder was a move of genius I did not plan. Such different voices, both masters nonpareil. There is virtually nothing in the way of similarity between the two, save their ability to defy gravity with the written word. With Nabokov, it is density and shadowplay; Schulz, wonderment and flights of joy. But this isn’t about Nabokov, is it? This is about the one and only Bruno Schulz, a man snubbed out at 50 by fucking Nazi’s. Bastardassholes! Read [...]

    11. I became aware of Bruno Schultz while reading The Messiah of Stokholm by Cynthia Ozik and decided to read the works of this seemingly obscure author. Schultz's work contains some of the most beautiful prose I have ever read. I don't understand why this author is not more widely known. I read it slowly, savoring the language and enjoying the stories as told by this exceptional Jewish holocaust victim. Thank goodness for writers like Cynthia Ozik whose goal it is to expose great but little-known a [...]

    12. 12 short stories and one long one linked by the strong voice of the author and illustrated by him with an equally idiosynchronistic flair. BS writes with delicate ferocity, his luminous prose and boundless optimism softening somewhat his acerbic observations. That his evocation of childhood and old age are equally vivid attests to his virtuousity. The long story, Spring, delves into "the marginal world beyond the limits of a wilting afternoon" with such thorough tenderness that no one need bothe [...]

    13. If there are any writers out there who managed to establish a voice as distinctive, as potent, or as beautiful as Bruno Schultz's with so small an output, I haven't heard of them. His two tiny, genre-less (sometimes anticipating Allen Ginsberg's incantations, other times evoking the headier films of Guy Maddin) books represent an extraordinary genius and a criminally truncated life.

    14. We all know that time, this undisciplined element, holds itself within bounds but precariously, thanks to unceasing cultivation, meticulous care, and a continuos regulation and correction of its excesses. Free of this vigilance, it immediately begins to do tricks, run wild, play irresponsible practical jokes, and indulge in crazy clowning. The incongruity of our private times becomes evident. My father's time and my own no longer coincide.

    15. His prose swells and brims with a mesmerising ripeness. Words unfold, petal after petal of an infinite flower drowning the reader in delectable, fever-inducing, hallucinations. It is a delirious prism, a paradox, a pandemonium - a labyrinth carved from a cave of rare gems or a forest of rainbows. I just cannot, cannot, get over this book. I have tasted the lines, drunk on the dripping nectar of the trippy verses and there is no coming back. There are some books that transforms the way you read s [...]

    16. Another book that came up in two of my classes this semester. Bruno Schulz (1892-1942) was a Polish writer. His output was not huge (he was gunned down during World War II) and mainly consisted of two collections of short stories: "The Street of the Crocodiles" and "Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass." Both take Schulz's childhood as the focal point and both deeply reimagine it. I guess you could call Schulz's style magical realism. For example, during the course of the two collections, [...]

    17. Not until I was more than halfway through the book did its power begin to exert itself, which might simply mean that the stories (and they are stories, which I hadn't realized at first, since the old edition I was reading seemed to present it as a novel with titled chapters) are arranged best last, or that one needs to adjust to the apparently dilatory and whimsical nature of the writing. The story "Loneliness," which is translated also as "Solitude" -- not at all the same thing! -- deserves fiv [...]

    18. A feverish stew of metaphor and imagery that simmers in a base of family relationships and seasonal changes. It takes some time to adapt to Schulz's style, which is rich and meandering and despite its deliciousness is sometimes hard to digest. The long story "Spring" revolves around a stamp album that inspires colorful daydreams of foreign lands and historical figures-- of which the daydreamer is one-- but I finished reading it and felt like I had just awakened from a vaguely unpleasant dream. A [...]

    19. JUBELENDE HERLEZING VAN DE BRILJANTE, BAROKKE BRUNO SCHULZHet briljante, barokke en overdonderend originele werk van de Pool Bruno Schulz (1892-1942) is slechts een aantal honderden pagina's groot, en daar is ook nog veel van verloren gegaan. Het is ook nooit een wereldberoemde en veelgelezen schrijver geworden, want daarvoor is zijn proza te ongewoon en te buitensporig in zijn grilligheid. Maar hij heeft een aantal devote bewonderaars, zoals ik ook in een eerder stuk over zijn "Verzameld werk" [...]

    20. There is a problem in writing fiction that verges towards the highly personal, in that the writer wants to exorcise deepest tragedies or familial burdens but at the same time is conscious of not revealing too much, because any writing that is attempted towards this goal rushes to that dense limbo filled with the scars sustained on the self, and in so doing the struggle becomes to make it readable, to turn it into literature - by "not telling", to revolve around the personal tragedy that has to b [...]

    21. Duplicate streets, doppelganger streets, lying and deceptive streets, so to speak, reveal themselves in the depths of the cityom The Cinnamon ShopsFans of China Mieville's The City and The City (I'm not one! - see /review/show) will recognise that quote, in a slightly different translation by John Curran Davis, as the epigraph and perhaps the inspiration of that novel.And Mieville joins a long list of authors with an acknowledged debt to Bruno Schulz in their work, borrowing quotations, characte [...]

    22. Mocht iemand zeggen dat Bruno Schulz onder invloed van LSD, of een Poolse variant daarvan, schreef, dan zou me dat niet verbazen. Schulz beschrijft lagen van de werkelijkheid waar je met je normale, door de linkerhersenhelft gedomineerde brein niet bij kan. Lagen waarin de dingen op een soort van moleculair betekenisniveau uiteenspatten en nieuwe verbindingen maken. Voor sommigen is het de kindertijd, die Schulz op deze wijze weer tot leven brengt. Mij voelt het toch eerder aan als geniale hallu [...]

    23. Published later but composed before Schulz's magnificent Street of Crocodiles this is a little diffuser, it's narrative vagueries a little more discernable through its thinner broth of description. Still, it's Schulz, strange and captivating, especially in the title story of a hospital that sustains its patients by removing them from the progression of time entirely, probably his most obviously story-shaped piece. Between that and the long, tangled tale of waxwork intrigues and the coded meaning [...]

    24. "No momento em que minha atenção se afasta da ordem regular das linhas escritas e acompanha a complexidade movente que nenhuma frase pode conter ou exaurir, me sinto próximo de entender que, do outro lado das palavras, há algo que busca sair do silêncio, busca significar por intermédio da linguagem, como dando golpes no muro de uma prisão." Ítalo Calvino

    25. (Rereading this summer for the umpteenth time.) I will learn Polish, someday, for the sole purpose of reading this in the original.

    26. My reviewIn July my father left to take the waters; he left me with my mother and my older brother at the mercy of the summer days, white from the heat and stunning. Stupefied by the light, we leafed through that great book of the holiday, all of its pages ablaze with splendour; their sickly sweet pulp, deep within, made from golden pears.Adela would return on luminous mornings, like Pomona from the fire of the enkindled day, tipping from her basket the colourful beauty of the sun: glistening wi [...]

    27. Reading this book was trully challenging; it's surrealism (reaching absurdity too often), along with the absence of a solid plot in most of its stories and a certain obsess with words, led me to consider abandoning it quite a few times. But then there were ingenious passages of real pleasure like the following and I was giving it a second chance:“At such a time [at dawn] I would dream of being a baker who delivers bread, a fitter from the electric company, or an insurance man collecting the we [...]

    28. Bruno Schulz was a writer of crepuscular fantasy who sometimes feels like a kinder Ligotti. He got no kindness out of life in the end, being deliberately murdered by a Gestapo officer (Schulz was a Polish Jew) on his way back to the Drohobycz Ghetto in 1942.This particular novella is, like all his work, hard to get a fix on. The writer takes a train to a sanatorium where his father sits literally, it would seem, in a state between life and death and he too finds himself in transit eventually, al [...]

    29. I hate to say that I was a bit disappointed I didn't enjoy this book as much as "Street of Crocodiles," a book I truly found inspiring. These stories are more varied in tone than those in "Street of Crocodiles," a collection often focused on the shenanigans and exploits of his seemingly deranged father.Although more varied, I found the prose here not quite as inspiring, or as consistently so. I believe the main problem for me at least is that this writing is best suited to shorter lengths, and a [...]

    30. Perhaps a bit mischievously, Shulz has created archetypes for after the Fall, if there was no concept of "before the Fall" and only an overgrown, lurid garden after the fact. There is frequent suggestion that something is missing or faulty, but no effort is made to excavate for or speculate about an ideal; rather, what is present is described ardently with layers and more layers of persistent lushness. Shulz does this with a brilliant command of language and so much love, that very quickly, you [...]

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