What we remember and why?, What makes certain matters without reason return to our mind more clearly some other veiled instead? Why some time later it is now clear what becomes dark and cloudy while the airy forgotten?, Where are the memory or memories? Felisberto Hernandez, Uruguayan writer, suggested a place within us, "the land of memory" called, and as in any area, dominated by the dust settles and gets up at will.
Kocourek, a character in King of the Two Sicilies says as he walks by Emil: "I am thinking if tomorrow, or within past few days, when perhaps the war we have deleted all other impressions , the moment they walk and three, without reason, without purpose, thinking vaguely about what happened here yesterday, about the alleged crime, if this moment is not he who is more deeply ingrained in our minds ... why Why do not know. But this happens with this stupid thing is human memory. "
The history, the rigorous discipline that tells the facts that are seemingly transcendent, think again. Or rather, is something unreal and absurd for convenience and some need for order accept and endure. The story chooses the supposedly important, matters, things, times required for their organizing effort. The literature does not, she recognizes the precariousness of counting or recounting the past, recognizes the importance of small, brief and insignificant: "... everything counts, everything is at one point too high for someone, so can not be ignored or to downplay anything, "says the narrator (what a novelist has not thought the same?).
The assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand in Sarajevo defined the destiny of peoples and nations, despite the incident, the lives of citizens inatajable continued their march, as did the feelings of Emil, the youngest member of the detachment whose name serves title of the novel. Perturbed by love lost and the particular and undeniable influence that his sister Elisabeth had over him. Feelings Emil those who condemn the callous murderer making of a beautiful young gypsy, so wild and uncultivated as that refined and delicate.
Report mastery of the baroque Kusniewicz to warn of a lost time halfway between one century and another way is to realize the virtues of a frugal masterful novel, should also be noted the tremendous game that the narrator asks the reader who calls in and out of history just starting points that must be the narrator, this and every story, could start for many points, one more formal of course, another or others interested even born in particular, in the seemingly insignificant.
This novel is great and deserves, as they have given, privileged place in twentieth century literature. Its author, a late Polish writer born in Galicia, is now rightly canonical reprint is well deserved and raises the curious and unorthodox new collection Another twist of Anagram. (Pfa)
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