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POLAND SERIES /VOLUME
II
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Wspomnienie o Januszu Rózewiczu
Janusz Rózewicz:
a reminiscence
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by
Feliks Przylubski
Edited and translated,
with an Introduction by
Richard Sokoloski
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x + 100 pp.
Published by the
Slavic Research Group
at the University of Ottawa
2001
ISBN 0-88927-288-3
THIS BOOK IS BOTH A
RECOLLECTION and an historical document. It is the
homage of a former teacher to the lesser-known elder brother of world-renowned
writer Tadeusz Rózewicz and prominent film-maker Stanislaw Rózewicz.
Published for the first time in both the original Polish and Richard Sokoloski's
English translation on facing pages, the volume includes letters and poems
penned by this young aspiring poet, who perished under tragic circumstances
during World War II.
Feliks Przylubski (1906-1983) was
a grade-school mentor to both Tadeusz and Stanis¸aw Rózewicz.
His memoir throws new light on Tadeusz Rózewicz, whose personal
life has often been shrouded in a carefully cultivated anonymity.
It offers the reader -- literary historian, critic or student of Polish
literature -- a better understanding of how Tadeusz's future career as
a writer was shaped by his early years in his native Radomsko and especially
by the influence of an elder, much-admired sibling.
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From the introductory essay by Richard Sokoloski
THE REDISCOVERY OF JANUSZ
ROZEWICZ
begs the inevitable question: What if? His literary legacy, had it
been allowed to evolve normally, could well have been substantial.
His early efforts exhibited all the markings: talent, desire, the reassurance
of established writers and critics, not to mention the encouragement of
two gifted younger siblings.
First stanza of Janusz Rozewicz's poem Tesknie
[Yearning]
(written during high-school years) and Feliks
Przy¸ubski's comments on its publication
...at my window softly drifts
a pure, first snow;
pausing at the pane, I watch --
the lilied twilight's flow,
deserted streets --
at my window softly drifts
a pure, first snow...
THE NEW GARLAND of laurel radiated
a bright green on Janusz's temples. A glorious prize, indeed, though
of little practical value -- the poet had failed his final year!
Good marks in the humanities were not enough to cover for a failure in
mathematics. Still, as he awaited the final deliberations of the
faculty council on the matter, a ray of hope still shone in Janusz.
Such is the nature of soaring youth... The feeling is apparent in
descriptions he wrote of a return home, gleaned from his few extant writings.
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