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Tales of Galicia

Andrzej Stasiuk,

Margarita Nafpaktitis (Translator)

3.76 · Rating details · 453 Ratings · 26 Reviews

Seemingly a set of prose ballads about the southeastern tip of Poland, Tales of Galicia brilliantly blurs the line between the short-story genre and the novel, while giving a vivid, poetic portrait of an imaginary village that was once part of a vibrant collective farm system. It is a part of Poland that — once inhabited by Poles, Ukrainians, and Jews — suddenly became hom ...more

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Published March 26th 2003 by Twisted Spoon Press (first published January 1st 1995)

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Nov 11, 2010 Agnieszka rated it really liked it · review of another edition

Shelves: 2015, short-stories, own-a-copy, reviewed, stasiuk

Andrzej Stasiuk, leaving to others charms and glamour of all Londons, Romes or Parises, is a bard of the other Europe, this minor and poorer one, with its provincial towns, petrified silence and bygone glory. Instead of popular places he chooses small corners of the world which modernness never fully touched and where time seems to stop in some other era.

Stasiuk likes to roam the dusty roads and impenetrable off-roads; he can enthuse about play of lights, fogbound mountains and cavernous darknes
Andrzej Stasiuk, leaving to others charms and glamour of all Londons, Romes or Parises, is a bard of the other Europe, this minor and poorer one, with its provincial towns, petrified silence and bygone glory. Instead of popular places he chooses small corners of the world which modernness never fully touched and where time seems to stop in some other era.

Stasiuk likes to roam the dusty roads and impenetrable off-roads; he can enthuse about play of lights, fogbound mountains and cavernous darkness falling over the earth; he likes to watching people, but not with the curiosity of a scientist observing a savage, not condescending superiority of someone from a big city, not with greed of the conqueror but with this ancient attitude that makes wanderers to sit by the fire and listen to the local legends. His sensitivity to the surrounding world can not be overestimated and his admiration for the beauty of the landscape infects the reader.

Galicia from Stasiuk‘s writing feels like a place beyond the time, like a country forgotten by God and civilization. Small villages or maybe hamlets with ruined habitations and neglected farmyards, where even crows would turn around and fly back where they came from and people, marked with poverty, drunkenness and helplessness, more or less trying to deal with post communist reality, form a new tribe after all, a people who hadn’t been reached by any good news or apostle Paul . Life takes its unchangeable course and concentrates around invariable landmarks church and shop, pub and bus stop.

This collection could easily be read in one evening but instead I preferred to dose myself the pleasure of staying in the Galician little town, in a place where the earth and the sky seem to be stitched with invisible thread; to know the locals and experience that something what makes a color and spirit of this land.

Look at Józek, as innocent as an angel, like a child, like a creature from the time when God had only begun to contemplate the notion of sin ; he often sleeps in places when sleep just found him and when he goes off the pub does not part with a knife since one can not know everyone there. Here is Władek, whose soul seems to be too light to help him in the fight with heavy matter. And there again is Janek, looking like a forest kobold with dark, nomadic essences flowing under his skin, every year leaving behind house and village, that turbulent kingdom of women and children to get lost in the woods for some months. There is Kościejny, pallid, anguished creature who killed his wife’s lover and froze to death some years later to wander now about and be visible only to nonbeliever policeman. And there ...

Tale spins lazily like a smoke over autumn fields leaving in your nostrils scent of wind and damp soil, conjuring images of green pastures, distant hills and an old Greek church which used to stay there. Tales of Galicia is a small collection of miniatures where lyricism naturally interweaves with brutality. It's beautiful evocation of people and places, meditation on nature of time and memory because as writer said himself time and memory were his homeland. ...more

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Sep 01, 2012 Antonomasia rated it really liked it

Shelves: scribd, central-eastern-europe, poland, novella, decade-1990s, 2015

[4.5] The darker side of the beautiful nature-writing and psychogeography of Dukla, perhaps. A slightly earlier book set in Stasiuk's adopted home in the Beskid mountains near the Polish-Slovak border, where Dukla concentrated on place, Tales of Galicia is about people. Before writing about the ethereal sense of place two years later, he based this novella on the lives of locals, people with tougher, less mobile existences than his own. This was the mid-1990s after the collapse of Communist coll ...more

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Feb 09, 2015 Кремена Михайлова rated it it was amazing · review of another edition

* 12.02.

Изцяло я прочетох и втория път, не само оттук-оттам. Мислех да е след няколко месеца, но не можах да прибера книгата в библиотеката. Ами ако съм изпуснала нещо подобно:

„…очите му бяха покрити с емайла на лудостта, която се крие вътре, циркулира във вените, отърква се о вътрешностите, дълбае тялото както къртицата земята и никога не излиза на бял свят преждевременно, само свети в зениците. А когато излезе, то това винаги е краят, остава празна обвивка и лудостта тръгва нататък, защото, ка ...more

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Dec 14, 2015 Dov Zeller is currently reading it

Shelves: story-collections

I am in the middle of this one and not sure I am going to finish it. I learned of it through another goodreads person who also included the link. (It had been available on Scribd but isn't any longer.)

I found that some of the stories really drew me in and some were less accessible. More than that, each time I began to feel like I was really entering the world of a story it ended and I had to start all over again. So it was a lot of effort and hard to connect. That said, I do hope to finish it at I am in the middle of this one and not sure I am going to finish it. I learned of it through another goodreads person who also included the link. (It had been available on Scribd but isn't any longer.)

I found that some of the stories really drew me in and some were less accessible. More than that, each time I began to feel like I was really entering the world of a story it ended and I had to start all over again. So it was a lot of effort and hard to connect. That said, I do hope to finish it at some point. And I especially liked the story or chapter called Kosciejny (this is one of those books that feels like it could be a story collection, a novel, a bit of contemporary historical fiction with a little magical realism, some combination of all three.)

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And even though it was cold, Blacksmith Kruk didn’t move, didn’t hunch his shoulders, didn’t try to button up his denim shirt. H continued his story mindful not to leave anything out, and everything had its own weight, everything had its own proper place in the story, as if memory and speech were gifts he was not allowed to waste. (30 from Kruk)

Dark, nomadic essences flowed under Janek’s kobold skin. But they had been watered down by alcohol the blood of sedentary generations, and the hopelessness of a limited horizon, where the sun rose behind a picket fence hung with babies’ diapers and women’s cottons and linens. The houses were filled with children’s shrieking. Not wails of hunger yet, but then again, nobody knew what the future had in store. In the guise of springtime, it would reveal the deterioration. Old people would die as usual. And the vanishing snow would expose the slow gangrene in the fields and buildings and in the piles of laboriously collected things, rotting and leaning to one side only to collapse and return once again to the somnolent and sluggish earth. (34)

Kosciejny looked like he usually did, a little like a scarecrow that had just escaped from the garden. That’s exactly how skinny, forty-year-old men in overalls look. Time rubs their features away, and it’s only in old age, when they have come reconciled with it, that they get their own one-of-a-kind faces back. Maybe so death can tell them apart. (51)
(From Kosciejny)

He cut off the head with short, quick strokes. Two mongrels were hanging around nearby. Then the tip of the knife slipped along the belly, along the legs, and the skin came off like a stocking. Steam was rising in the cold morning air. It was already over— skin, carcass, entrails, everything neatly separated. A simple and precise dissection of existence. (52) (From Kosciejny)

Then K continued on his journey out. Peaceful, drowsing, just like the horses, one foot after the other to the edge of night, where darkness flowed over the mountains like rich, black milk. (53)

“…dirt and freedom always intermingle.” (53)

“I don’t feel sorry for you, I just pity the horses.” (53) ...more

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Jul 23, 2011 Malcolm rated it really liked it

Shelves: fiction-east-central-europe, lit-like

This is a lovely novel from one of the 'new school' of Polish writers (see Natasza Goerke elsewhere in this list) set in a fictitious village in the Beskid Mountains or nearby, close to the Polish-Slovak border. Initially seeming to be a short story collection, the tales start to weave together to become a touching and quite poignant novel of being on the edge – of Poland, of social change, of life/death, and several other sorts of marginality. Even marginal characters, some of whom appear for l ...more

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Nov 27, 2016 Radek Gabinek rated it really liked it · review of another edition

Andrzej Stasiuk again :) Tym razem moim łupem padł zbiór opowiadań o małej miejscowości w Beskidzie Niskim, której mieszkańcy zmagają się z upiorami przeszłości w trakcie przemian ustrojowych. Cień PRL-u, a nawet czasów jeszcze bardziej odległych ciąży na ludziach, którzy tu mieszkają i uniemożliwia im powstanie na nogi z marazmu, apatii i zawieszenia. Przyznam, że do tej pory nie trafiłem jeszcze na książkę Andrzeja Stasiuka, która by mi się nie spodobała, aczkolwiek "Opowieści galicyjskie" mim Andrzej Stasiuk again :) Tym razem moim łupem padł zbiór opowiadań o małej miejscowości w Beskidzie Niskim, której mieszkańcy zmagają się z upiorami przeszłości w trakcie przemian ustrojowych. Cień PRL-u, a nawet czasów jeszcze bardziej odległych ciąży na ludziach, którzy tu mieszkają i uniemożliwia im powstanie na nogi z marazmu, apatii i zawieszenia. Przyznam, że do tej pory nie trafiłem jeszcze na książkę Andrzeja Stasiuka, która by mi się nie spodobała, aczkolwiek "Opowieści galicyjskie" mimo, że są uznawane za jedną z najważniejszych jego dzieł, a nawet dorobiły się adaptacji filmowej, nie chwyciły mnie za gardło tak mocno jak dotychczasowe pozycje które wyszły z pod jego ręki.

Atmosfera opowiadań, które znajdziemy w niniejszej książce jest mocno dołująca, co nie dziwi wcale zważywszy na twórczość Stasiuka, która wcale przecież nie należy do lekkich, łatwych i przyjemnych, a ponadto trudno oczekiwać motywacyjnej, optymistycznej literatury w historii toczącej się w cieniu PGR-ów. W oparach alkoholu, w towarzystwie biedy i bezrobocia, życie toczy się smętnie, a klaustrofobia charakterystyczna dla społeczności tu żyjącej i bezsensowność egzystencji jest aż nadto zauważalna. Pośród tego wszystkiego krąży zagubiony pomiędzy światami wiecznymi duch, starający się uniknąć potępienia, który doprasza się o uwagę i modlitwę. Czy natomiast uda mu się kogoś przebudzić swym wołaniem przypominającym wołanie na pustyni? - kwestia nad wyraz wątpliwa jak szybko można się zorientować.

Nie potrafię określić czy w opowieściach Stasiuka czuć klimat charakterystyczny dla Galicji, bo nie bardzo wiem jaki to miałby być klimat. Wiem natomiast, że zarówno krajobrazy jakie kreśli tutaj Andrzej Stasiuk jak i mentalność ludzi żyjących w tej wsi to rzecz charakterystyczna nie tylko dla Polski z czasów transformacji ustrojowej, ale do dziś widoczna w różnych miejscach naszego kraju. Przytłaczający wydźwięk tych opowiadań, będących raczej rozdziałami jednej historii niż samodzielnymi utworami, jest okraszony mistycyzmem i jak to bywa u tego autora - egzystencjalnymi rozważaniami na temat roli pamięci, czasu i dziedzictwa. Te ostatnie elementy należą do moich ulubionych w twórczości Stasiuka i dlatego trochę ich jak dla mnie było tutaj jakby mało. Z tego też chyba względu "Opowieści galicyjskie" nie będą należeć do moich ulubionych książek jego autorstwa. Nie oznacza to jednak wcale, że ta książka nie zachęca do refleksji i nie wnosi nic dla wrażliwego i otwartego czytelnika. Jest tylko trochę trudno dotrzeć do tych wątków pośród tego przygnębienia i depresji.

Kończąc już opinię na temat tej książki ( bo nie bardzo wypada się bez końca rozpisywać nad książką niezbyt przecież obszerną, którą każdy może przeczytać w wolnej chwili) chciałbym zaznaczyć, że niewielu jest pisarzy, którzy tak jak Andrzej Stasiuk oddają emocje i za ich pomocą oddziaływują na czytelnika aż tak wyraźnie. Czytając "Opowieści galicyjskie" człowiek ma wrażenie, że męczy się na kacu wraz z bohaterami tej opowieści, zapomina że ma cel w życiu i pracę i momentami oddaje się atmosferze beznadziejności nawet jeśli perspektywa bohaterów tej opowieści jest mu zupełnie obca. Choćby ta umiejętność autora zasługuje na to, aby poświęcić te parę chwil na lekturę książek takich jak ta. Przecież to między innymi jest nieocenioną wartością literatury, że możemy wchodzić w różne skóry, niekoniecznie sprawdzając wszystko w realu. Ja natomiast bardzo się cieszę, że mam przed sobą jeszcze wiele książek Andrzeja Stasiuka. A może polecicie mi po którą sięgnąć w pierwszej kolejności? :)

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Dec 18, 2015 Sean rated it it was amazing

Shelves: 2016, genre-resist, somewhere-else

A pitch-perfect genre-bending tale of an eroded village limping along in post-communist Poland, at the southern border with Slovakia. The initial connected story-portraits of individual characters eventually give way to a more unified narrative imbued with mystery and the supernatural. An itinerant narrator ducks in and out of a river of fluid time, moving seamlessly between past and present. Stasiuk's prose is slow but uncluttered, allowing space to take in his descriptions of the natural world ...more

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Dec 08, 2013 Pelle_kb rated it it was ok · review of another edition

Shelves: 2014

Nie.

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Mar 27, 2018 Andriy Strekhaliuk rated it really liked it · review of another edition

Оповідання про простоту і бідноту. І про простоту, яка можлива лише в бідно(с)ті, яка лише там, у таких місцях оголює сутність людини, що живе в потоці звичних ритмів і разючої повторюваної від сезону до сезону буденності. Саме тому на тлі того, що нічого не відбувається кожна навіть найдрібніша подія обростає біблійним епосом. Можливо також й пафосом, але він одразу ж губиться у гіперреальності і сюрреалістичності монотонного інертного світу, повністю автономного, закритого й самодостатнього я Оповідання про простоту і бідноту. І про простоту, яка можлива лише в бідно(с)ті, яка лише там, у таких місцях оголює сутність людини, що живе в потоці звичних ритмів і разючої повторюваної від сезону до сезону буденності. Саме тому на тлі того, що нічого не відбувається кожна навіть найдрібніша подія обростає біблійним епосом. Можливо також й пафосом, але він одразу ж губиться у гіперреальності і сюрреалістичності монотонного інертного світу, повністю автономного, закритого й самодостатнього як, будь яке, традиційне суспільство, як будь-яке село.

У цьому світі кожен персонаж - типаж і архетип. Унікальна доля і така повторювана карта світу і життєва драма. "Галицькі оповідання" цілком могли б бути романом, якби не були оповіданнями, де персонажі мандрують з однієї оповіді в іншу, скуті докупи місцем, часом і волею наратора, що наче привид бачить крізь стіни, чує голоси і знає все, але не про все говорить. Принаймні не одразу.

Моя перша книжка Анджея Стасюка. Чудовий стиль, чіткі метафори, філософічні звороти і сильне відчуття цілісності маленького світу з позиції деміурга, який вирішив, мов привид непомітно навіть для самого себе прогулятись своїм творінням. Багатий переклад Прохаська лише підсилює гарні враження від книги. ...more

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Sep 13, 2007 Adam Dupaski rated it it was amazing

Shelves: eastern-europe, favorites

Intense portrayals of Polish village underclass after the closing of a local collective farm post-89. Temporal warps and alcoholism, ruins of Uniate churches and memory burnt into the land, tractor jealousy and murderous ghosts. Best read once quickly than much more slowly again in wandering around Stasiuk's borderlands.

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Sep 18, 2009 Allix Davis rated it it was amazing

A lovely selection of short poetic stories based in Poland

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Aug 01, 2016 Kika rated it really liked it · review of another edition

Shelves: polskie-ksiazki

Oh, Stasiuk vie!

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Mar 28, 2013 Paulina (aspiringliterati) rated it it was amazing · review of another edition

Shelves: favourites, reportage-or-non-fiction, unable-to-criticize, folklore

A very quick but still enchanting through and through read.

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Feb 04, 2018 Hanna rated it liked it · review of another edition

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Кажуть, що Анджей Стасюк пише подібно до Бруно Шульца. Але мені більше подобається, бо він ближчий до реальності. І якщо перейнятися цими описами і зрозуміти їх, то вони видаються дуже і дуже вдалими та точними. Короткі оповідання про окремих реалістичних персонажів якогось забитого села в Польській Галичині 90-х років, які поступово переплітаються в у вже магічний клубок. Як на мене, автор дуууже гарно підловлює побут, характери, обставини тих років. Опов ...more

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Jul 28, 2017 Ricardo Avella rated it really liked it · review of another edition

Shelves: europa

3.6 stars, not really 4. I truly enjoyed some parts of this book. Very poetic, beautiful and sensitive descriptions of space and place. But others (maybe half of it) where really hard to digest instead.

I have read Stasiuk before, and I really enjoyed Fado for example. But this collection of character portraits never ceased to remind me of an unoriginal version of the works by Sherwood Anderson or Juan Rulfo, but in Poland.

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Oct 25, 2017 Paweł Fiszer rated it really liked it · review of another edition

Zbiór opowiadań o anty-Arkadii. Pogranicze, Polska D, E albo i F w melancholijnym stasiukowym wydaniu. Świat zastyga, jakby oblepiony leniwym blaskiem popołudniowego słońca, to znów niknie w podpełzającej pod płoty domostw szarości wieczornego nieba. Postaci utkane z prawdy i samej prawdy, a przecież wydają się być na poły cieniami, marami, do tego stopnia, że i duch nikogo nie dziwi.
Stasiuk w swoim klasycznym, kanonicznym wręcz wydaniu. Ukłon.
(Kurtyna, oklaski)

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Jul 16, 2017 Pennie Larina rated it it was amazing · review of another edition

Несподіванно чудово. Читала б і читала далі.

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Aug 04, 2017 Nazariy Zanoz rated it it was amazing · review of another edition

Ранній Стасюк особливо прекрасний. Деякі оповіді можна розбирати на цитати, особливо описи. Те відчуття ефимерности й спавжности Галичини, де б вона не була.

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Jan 04, 2017 Phil Sun added it

Shelves: translation, male-writers

My mind would wander while reading this book, only to snag on a startling image or acute turn of phrase. At first it felt like I was reading studies of characters, interesting yet impressionistic. Setting is paramount: somewhere in rural Poland, on the border with Slovakia, just as the Iron Curtain is falling down and the state collective farm is a decomposing corpse. Village life revolves around the pub and the church, while display windows glow with new consumer products, their labels appearin ...more

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Mar 30, 2013 Rafael rated it really liked it · review of another edition

Shelves: in-spanish

Realmente aunque dice el titulo "cuentos" cada uno de los cuentos es parte de un todo. El libro te da una visión de la gente común, campesinos, herreros, mecánicos, mujeres sufridas del campo, niños , inclusive los clérigos del lugar que conviven y toda esta vida unida a sus recuerdos y a su religión .

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Aug 31, 2013 Matus Miksik rated it really liked it

the book takes a while to sink in, but after it does... yeah, it is all connected, most importantly author's style of writing and the black and white time-frozen village setting. the paradox here is obvious, the main catalyst of the book is it's slow pace... and it can really hold a reader in grip - though not in the usual way

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Jan 07, 2011 Mieczyslaw Kasprzyk rated it really liked it

Shelves: polish, 20th-century

The first time I came across Stasiuk. A series of well-written and gripping tales of disfunctional individuals in the forested rural backwaters of post-communist Poland (there's the disfunctional again) that gradually come together in unity...
Stasiuk is GOOD!

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Aug 26, 2015 Patryk rated it really liked it · review of another edition

Nie jest lekko ;)

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Mar 26, 2013 Joey turner rated it it was amazing

A wonderful collection of (linked) stories set in post-communist Poland where time and existence is painted as it truly is: Absurd, (though there is much more to the work).

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Jan 16, 2013 Katrien Steenssens rated it it was amazing

! schitterend

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Oct 02, 2007 Andrew rated it really liked it

Shelves: polish

Very inventive story-telling ala Tokarczuk or Huelle. The Polish New Wave of fiction is awesome.

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Andrzej Stasiuk is one of the most successful and internationally acclaimed contemporary Polish writers, journalists and literary critics. He is best known for his travel literature and essays that describe the reality of Eastern Europe and its relationship with the West.

After being dismissed from secondary school, Stasiuk dropped out also from a vocational school and drifted aimlessly, became act Andrzej Stasiuk is one of the most successful and internationally acclaimed contemporary Polish writers, journalists and literary critics. He is best known for his travel literature and essays that describe the reality of Eastern Europe and its relationship with the West.

After being dismissed from secondary school, Stasiuk dropped out also from a vocational school and drifted aimlessly, became active in the Polish pacifist movement and spent one and a half years in prison for deserting the army - as legend has it, in a tank. His experiences in prison provided him with the material for the stories in his literary debut in 1992. Titled Mury Hebronu ("The Walls of Hebron"), it instantly established him as a premier literary talent. After a collection of poems Wiersze miłosne i nie, 1994 ("Love and non-love poems"), Stasiuk's bestselling first full-length novel Biały kruk (English translation as "White Raven" in 2000) appeared in 1995 and consolidated his position among the most successful authors in post-communist Poland.

Long before his literary breakthrough, in 1986, Stasiuk had left his native Warsaw and withdrew to the seclusion of the small hamlet of Czarne in the Beskids, a secluded part of the Carpathian mountain range in the south of Poland. Outside writing, he spends his time breeding sheep. Together with his wife, he also runs his own tiny but, by now, prestigious publishing business Wydawnictwo Czarne, named after its seat. Apart from his own books, Czarne also publishes other East European authors. Czarne also re-published works by the émigré Polish author Zygmunt Haupt, thus initiating Haupt's rediscovery in Poland.

While White Raven had a straight adventure plot, Stasiuk's subsequent writing has become increasingly impressionistic and concentrated on atmospheric descriptions of his adopted mental home, the provincial south-east of Poland and Europe, and the lives of its inhabitants. Opowieści Galicyjskie ("Tales of Galicia"), one of several works available in English (among the others are "White Raven", "Nine", "Dukla," "Fado," and "On the Road to Babadag") conveys a good impression of the specific style developed by Stasiuk. A similar text is Dukla (1997), named after a small town near his home. Dukla achieved Stasiuk's breakthrough in Germany and helped built him the most appreciative reader-base outside of Poland, although a number of Stasiuk's books have been translated into several other languages. ...more

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“- Strachliwego masz chłopa, Maryśka. - Edek nalał kieliszek i podał męzczyźnie. - Pij! Na odwagę!
- Jaki on mój. Tak przychodzę... - powiedziała kobieta i obciągneła bluzkę na baniastych piersiach.
- A do mnie byś przyszła? - Edek wetknął kciuki za pasek i odchylił się z krzesłem do tyłu.
- Ja bojąca nie jestem. - Łysneła srebrnym zębem i wypuściła pogardliwy kłąb dymu.” — 1 likes

“- Ej Maryśka! Noc się kończy! - i porwał kobietę do tańca. Zderzyli się ciężko, bezwdzięcznie i cieleśnie, by z brzękiem wywalcowac zza stołu pod drzwi, a potem wzdłuż sciany i na powrót, jak ciężarny, dziecinny bąk. Spadła szklanka, brzękneła, ale chrzęst deptanego szkła przepadł w śmiechu Maryśki. Zamiotła czerwonymi włosami powietrze i ogień smagnął nagie ramiona Gacka. Upał jak czarny miód wlewał się oknem i ciała tancerzy wirowały wolno, splecione, związane tą pewnością która zjawia się od pierwszego dotyku i wszystko, co ma się stać, własciwie już się stało. Ciężki od krwi wir wciągał wszystko wokół. Ściany w rzucik, półnagą Sandy z gazety, żółtą kulę żyrandola, stół i satelity popielniczek i naczyń, wersalkę i ciemną Czestochowską za szkłem, podłogę, dreszcz przenikał dom aż po miekką skórę nieba, w którym gwiazdozbiory ocierały się o siebie nazwajem, sunąc ku ciemniejszej niż noc rozpadlinie zachodu i tylko Gacek pozostawał nieruchomy.
Muzyka urwała się raptem, lecz oni kołysali się dalej, jakby dzwięki nie były im potrzebne. Krzesło upadło na podłogę. Edek posłał je kopniakiem w kąt i próbował coś zrobić z kasetą, chociaż nie chciał ani na chwilę wypuścić tancerki z rąk.
- Pić! - zawołała Maryśka, ale butelka była już pusta.
- Co Gacek? Po wódkę też strach? - zaśmiał się Edek.” — 1 likes

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