Szczepan Twardoch, born in 1979, is considered the new star in the sky Polish literature. Although morphine is by no means his first work, but it has brought the breakthrough two years ago. Since the author is very much in demand. In photos you can see him in the styling of the dandy hair combed back, tie and pocket square, not the usual look of the writer-bohemians. Even in the now German this book falls an accurate retro style in the eye.
Much can be admired in morphine: the use of time; the female characters and their respective sex appeal; the amoral narration; enthusiasm for sensual pleasure; the completely un-heroic view of history; the unsettling combination of power and luxury; the epic self-confidence and a spiced with sarcasm Fury. In the first place, however, one is struck by the hero himself, the main character, not a classic hero, but no anti-hero, but a driven, pampered boy of thirty, beautiful and irresponsible, morphine-addicted and a drunk, married, father of a cute boy and yet inwardly unattached – his name Konstanty Willemann.
When we get to know Konstanty Willemann is just collapsed his world. His wife and little son are in their comfortable apartment, still, to safety. Soon, he will no longer be allowed to see. For he is facing a major national task he chooses not, of course. It will happen to him like most in life. But still it is not so far. We follow the former Polish lieutenant in the reserves for a few days in October 1939, as he stromert in Warsaw from apartment to apartment, from club to coffee shop and it rapidly changes the states; of sobered up intoxicated, self-steering and controlled by foreign powers.
For this man, and here it gets complicated, is pursued by a narrator instance, purporting to be the "best friend", as the only one to love him. "I," says this elusive creature, so this I collides with the ego of Konstanty Willemann. "What about you, Konstanty? I would embrace you like, you press me like a mother, kiss your straw-yellow hair, like your mother has never been kissed, but I have no arms and I have no mouth, I can only pursue "says this mysterious self. And: "I'm the Black Goddess I speak in the tongues of men and of angels.." Continue reading feinonlinemarkt.eu