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Kamień na kamieniu review ´ eBook or Kindle ePUB ☆ ❰PDF / Epub❯ ☃ Kamień na kamieniu Author Wiesław Myśliwski – Gwairsoft.co.uk A masterpiece of post war Polish literature Stone Upon Stone is Wiesław Myśliwski’s grand epic in the rural tradition—a profound and irreverent stream of memory cuttingIcial barber policeman lover drinker and caretaker for his invalid brotherFilled with interwoven stories and voices by turns hilarious and moving Szymek’s narrative exudes the profound wisdom of one who has suffered yet who loves life to the very co. Imagine sitting with a great storyteller for over two weeks His mind is full of stories from rural Poland from the war before and after from his adventures as a young wag and an aging but likable man In no time at all one thought strand leads to the next and he jumps He has no problem with time either going back many years and then only a few up to the present and back to wherever Chronologies are for the history books not the storytellersAs you might expect though some stories are riveting than others Some novel some repetitive And if it's recorded in pages as it is in Stone Upon Stone you get over 500 pages of anecdotal which is a heavy load for the province of anecdotes in the country of no plot Still you stick with it There's no denying the writing is solid There's no denying you feel like a friend to the raconteur after a bit There's also no denying that you feel like skipping pages at times that you are occasionally aware of your surroundings and checking the page numbersYou consider abandoning but you're too far along There comes a tipping point in every book where you just won't abandon No not in the first 100 pages like some folks Those poor slobs who finish every book they start as if some strict school master is at their back with a switch No this is differentAnd when you get there to the end I mean you feel a certain pride and a certain gratefulness as if it were the author and not you who demonstrated all the patience Oddly enough But reading books like this is an odd venture And venture I did gladly because sometimes what's good for you includes a little adversity or pain like a stone upon a stone maybe

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A masterpiece of post war Polish literature Stone Upon Stone is Wiesław Myśliwski’s grand epic in the rural tradition a profound and irreverent stream of memory cutting through the rich and varied terrain of one man’s connection to the land to h. I would've simply called Stone Upon Stone a narrative wonder“Though if you ask me eternity’s the same whether you’re eaten by worms in your grave or fishes in the sea When the Day of Judgment comes the folk in their graves and the ones from the sea will have to rise up just the same And it’s a lot less trouble in the sea than when you have to build a tomb”The protagonist lived a long rebellious and troubled life and now he attempts to build a tomb for himself and his kin And in the process he remembers his entire life mostly tumultuous and unhappy although he had his happy moments as well The recollections come randomly childhood youth adulthood grandparents mother father brothers war resistance peace hospital work drunkenness harvests lost love – everything gradually aggregates into a vivid mosaic of living“People don’t need to know everything Horses don’t know things and they go on living And bees for instance if they knew it was humans they were collecting honey for they wouldn’t do it How are people any better than horses or bees”The hero tells his story furiously as if he wants to give the world a piece of his mind He philosophizes polemizes and ponders until he comes down to the nitty gritty of things“You read and read and in the end it all went into the ground with you anyway With the land it was another matter You worked and worked the land but the land remained afterwards With reading not even a line not a single word was left behind”Writers write readers read and peasants feed them

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Kamień na kamieniuIs family Kamień na PDFEPUBand community to women to tradition to God to death and to what it means to be aliveWise and impetuous plainspoken and compassionate Szymek recalls his youth in their village his time as a guerrilla soldier as a wedding off. This fat novel first published in 1984 and translated into English in 1999 felt to me like a masterful paean to the power of human memory to hold a lifetime to reconstruct a dying way of rural life and to reveal the heroic and stubborn resilience of the spirit We start with Szymek in middle age working on a stone tomb for his two brothers and already dead parents in a rural village in Soviet era Poland One thought leads to another back and forth through time spanning his history of rebelliousness while growing up in a farming family and eventual return to the land after a life of trying to escape Depending on the flow of his memories we are treated to episodes and chapters from different phases of his life These include his traditions in youth as a bully a womanizer and a boozer his noble but brutal service with the resistance in the war and his post war forays into work as a barber a policeman and finally different positions in the local government bureaucracy all with interludes of helping his aging parents manage their farm In his recent history we learn about his recovery for years from serious leg injuries caused by an accident and get visions of him facing up to intimations of mortality and living alone without God or a wife Thus we get a uite fulsome perspective on a whole life and in the process get a priceless biography of a place and rural community at a time of great change The concept of a larger Poland barely penetrates into the personal lives we come to know only the challenge of maintaining some kind of local integrity in the face of German followed by Soviet invasions I don’t believe the words Nazi or communist were ever used by the characters Only the human connection to the land and the joys of celebrating life through humor and lust shows any persistence Syzmek is the epitome of a man who wants primarily to live life and not mortgage it to duty Mysliwski’s narrative flows well despite the hopping into different tributaries In a number of places a long discussion ends up portraying a microcosm of from the life and outlook of another character Examples include 10 to 20 page monologues from his boss the Soviet appointed mayor and another from the local priest who has been trying to get Syzmek to submit to confession since his youth At first these accounts seem a diversion to Syzmek’s purposes of getting the mayor and priest to approve his plans for the tomb but both outpourings end up revealing struggles with their missions that parallel Szymek’s and seeking his understanding in common causes As always throughout this tale we are left wondering whether Syzmek will succeed or fail in his goal for the tomb whether he can keep the farm he inherited going whether he will find God and whether he will succeed in love The reader gains enough knowledge to forge his own ending Hollywood style or going down fighting for such goals To help your judgment over to pursue this book I now pull a few passages From near the beginning we follow Syzmek’s train of thought about the contrast of a lasting tomb to the anonymous graves they put their slain compatriots in during the war The motley caps used to mark the graves reminds him of how ragtag they were their true integrity obscured To judge from their caps you might have thought we were a bunch of riffraff and pansies not an army A rabble that was only good for digging ditches or building dikes or beating game when the masters go hunting not an army But inside each man there was a devil and each one of them had a heart of stone They forgot about God and forgot how to cry And even when burying one of our own no one shed a tear It was just Ten shun Because sometimes tears make a bigger hole than bullets Because in my command didn’t just mean feet together and hands at your buttocks It meant attention in your mind and standing up straight in your soul At attention the heart beats slower and the mind thinks straighter Who knows maybe at attention you could even die without regretsIf I died they were forbidden the same to shed a tear they just had to stand at attention At most someone could play a song for me on the mouth organ “Stone upon stone on stone a stone” Now I share another sample passage that demonstrates Szymek’s marvelous lust for life as expressed in his bacchanalian penchant for dancing as part of his seductions of women his favorite being polkas and obereks The musicians had had their supper and the vodka was playing in their veins They’d taken off their coats they were playing in shirtsleeves Some of them even unbuttoned their shirt down to their belly button and loosened their belt and took off their boots because they were pinching And all for the music Because it was only now the musicians’ souls would come out And man would they play They couldn’t feel their lips or their hands they’d play with their gut like their fathers and their fathers’ fathers before them They played like they were about to die Till lightening flashed and armies marched off to war And a wedding party rode on drunken horses And flails flailed in barns And earth fell on a casket And there wasn’t any shame any in feeling up a young lady here and there you could even put your hand on her backside And reach under her blouse And pull her legs to yours And young ladies would find themselves between your knees of their own accord like chickens coming home to roost And they’d fly around the dance floor breathless They’d forget their fathers their mothers their conscience Even the Lord God’s commandments Because at those dances heaven and hell mixed together Chest sueezed against chest belly against belly They’d giggle and faint their way into such a paradise you could feel it flowing out of them even through their dresses Reading this book reminded me of other favored portraits of rural life including de Bernieres’ portrait of village life in Anatolia “Birds Without Wings” and Wendell Berry’s series on the fictional Port Jefferson community of Kentucky It also brings to mind a recent read I enjoyed “Memed My Hawk” which portrays the life of a Kurdish peasant in Anatolia who also became a rebellious fighter and bandit while continuing to revere rural farming traditions This book takes some patience to deal with the narrator’s diversions in memory and forgiveness for his transgressions of violence and womanizing but the warm life it holds breathes and the potent truths in its hero’s stubborn soul made it well worth the effort Thanks to Agnieszka for recommending it