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| | Jaimy Gordon, "The Strange Afterlife of Bruno Schulz" |
 | | Bruno Schulz was one of two great Polish fiction writers of the two decades between the wars, and so luckless was he, so lucky are we by comparison, that we may read his complete works in one long, trash-blown, bottomless, weedy, windy, starry, swirling, Lower Carpathian day. |
 | | Schulz was a brilliant caricaturist of his own face, which he never drew straight on, but always tilted at an odd angle, half scheming, half beseeching--the face of a lemur or a gnome in its own mirror, perhaps. |
 | | Schulz's father, we are told, developed cancer on top of tuberculosis and wasted in bed for years, but the figure of Father in the stories is characterized more by florid dementia than by physical debility, although he is never far from his chamberpot. |
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