Polish Literature

On the fiery filmmaker Andrzej Żuławski and his final work—Cosmos.

God created drugs with an addendum, a few minutes after midnight on Saturday night—in other words, on Sunday, when he wasn’t supposed to be doing anything anymore, for the work of creation had reached its end. Thus it might be said that God’s creation of narcotics was a violation of both law and order.

“The island’s not that big,” says Branko’s wife Djurdjica as she fills his cup with thick, strong coffee.

Chris Cumming on Jerzy Pilch’s collection of short stories, My First Suicide.

Levi Rubeck reviews Daniel Allen Cox’s Kraków Melt, a love letter to Poland with all the bloody complications included.

Tadeusz Konwicki is a Polish writer of novels, essays, and screenplays. He must be in his seventies by now. He was briefly published in America in the mid-’70s when the writings of Eastern European dissidents like Kundera initially caught the attention of American intellectuals.