Publishers Carb the fuck up contemporary romance

[ Pdf ] Pożegnanie z Marią i inne opowiadaniaAuthor Tadeusz Borowski –

Tadeusz Borowski S Concentration Camp Stories Were Based On His Own Experiences Surviving Auschwitz And Dachau In Spare, Brutal Prose He Describes A World Where The Will To Survive Overrides Compassion And Prisoners Eat, Work And Sleep A Few Yards From Where Others Are Murdered Where The Difference Between Human Beings Is Reduced To A Second Bowl Of Soup, An Extra Blanket Or The Luxury Of A Pair Of Shoes With Thick Soles, And Where The Line Between Normality And Abnormality Completely Vanishes Published In Poland After The Second World War, These Stories Constitute A Masterwork Of World Literature True horror is something that can only be swallowed in sips, lest we drown in its sorrow You need to read these 150 pages You, whomever you are You will feel like the luckiest guy or gal ever after reading it, for you are alive and free and not being forced to do unforgiveable things.The 20 something author, husband, and father for three days was once a poet and aspiring writer As a Polish teenager, he was arrested and taken to work as a slave laborer at Auschwitz and Birkenau At gunpoint, he unloaded the cattle cars of Jewish families and Gypsy families He carried and sorted their belongings to be stored in Canada the warehouse that held wealth He witnessed thousands of moms and kids being escorted onto trucks that trundled along a little road that wound into a pretty little patch of birch trees while their strong husbands were made to walk in a different directionSeveral other men are carrying a small girl with only one leg They hold her by the arms and the one leg Tears are running down her face and she whispers faintly Sir, it hurts, it hurts They throw her on the truck on top of the corpses She will burn alive along with them By the time that Auschwitz and its evil little sister Birkenau were built, a good deal was known about keeping masses of humanity free of infectious disease Dead slaves cannot work in the mines or factories or build roads or play concertos or be used to test how best to treat gunshot wounds, right They had value as living guinea pigs for learning how best to treat infected amputation sites, anoxia, and Epidemics of typhus and other illnesses could kill them all The SS doctors knew that typhus was spread by lice, so fumigating blankets and bedding along with clothing was important Decontaminating the hair and bodies of those who already have lice was important for the welfare of all, correct Yes, you may be free of these awful insects, but regretfully you have been in close contact with hundreds of others on the train We regret the way you had to be transported, but it was important for your safety to get you here quickly Our apologies So, step this way to the bathhouses, please Leave your soiled clothes for now Let s get you and the children cleaned up, and then how about a thick bowl of steaming soup Too hot Maybe some chilled water and a salty tomato onion salad instead.Tadeusz Borowski does not shirk his responsibility in what was perpetrated at these two camps Yes, he would have been shot or gassed or beaten to death with a shovel handle had he refused or revolted But still the guilt As a Polish political prisoner, he was allowed to receive packages of food from his family in Warsaw and shared it with those who had little From working on the ramp as part of the Canada crew, he was then transferred to work as a roofer and saw with a birds eye view what went on below him Camp doctors later trained him as an orderly, and he did what he could to ease suffering.But the atrocities he saw and his own culpability never left him Dead babies, live children thrown into fire pits, cannibalism by those most starved, and the never ending zombie like march of hundreds of thousands to the gas chambers ruined his soul He had been engaged to a girl before his arrest, and through some sort of miracle they were able to find one another after liberation He began writing again and they got married He published this very collection of stories and received rave reviews from Polish critics Three days after the birth of their baby daughter, the immensity of it all became too much Tadeusz was 29 when he killed himself by opening a gas jet in his apartment This way for the gas, ladies and gentlemen His black humor lived on The book is only 150 pages you can handle it and should. The Dead Are Always RightTadeusz Borowski survived the horrors of Auschwitz, some of which are described in these stories, only to commit suicide Despair is not an adequate explanation for such an act by a man who had experienced what he had Neither, for me, is any other purely emotional reason So I have spent the better part of the last three days thinking and writing in an attempt to understand the rationale, the redeeming purpose perhaps, of his suicide Surely, I surmised, his death, as that of Primo Levi among so many others, is something other than tragedy doubled As it turned out, my thoughts were excruciatingly trivial the 5000 or so words that followed were patent nonsense To say that the Holocaust, and especially the deaths of people like Borowski and Levi, are things beyond reason is simultaneously obvious and revelatory Obvious because the sheer number of such victims provides overwhelming evidence of the depravity of human beings revelatory, because their deaths explain that when we understand this, we become unbearable even to ourselves We are an inherently hateful species. Great columns of smoke rise from the crematoria and merge above into a huge black river which very slowly floats across the sky over Birkenau and disappears beyond the forests Naked, famished bodies, with sunken faces and deathly eyes, congregate on their wooden bunks.Drenched in sweat from an unbearable heat they munch on stale bread with burning throats as dry as scorched sand Tadeusz Borowski is one of them.Outside the cattle carts are arriving, and that can only mean one thing The unforgettable screams, the confusion, the madness, the horrendous stench of death Men, women, children, infants Welcome, your extermination awaits Brutal, ruthless, relentless, the cold eyes of the SS look on, their well oiled machine is in full working order, a machine spewed up onto the earth from the guts of hellThere are 12 short accounts of Borowski s concentration camp experiences, Borowski was arrested by the Gestapo in Warsaw in 1942, shortly after publishing his debut book of poetry, before being sent to his new home Starting with the chillingly named This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen before ending with the sombre sounding The World of Stone This is without question one of the most powerful books I will ever read But it s essential for it to be out there, as a record of the horrors of Auschwitz told from the perspective of someone who lived right at it s core And it saddens me to think there are writers out there who try to make a quick buck by inventing a fictional work based around the Holocaust, knowing only to well as long as it s a tearjerker, it will most probably fly off the shelves, and even get a movie squeezed out if lucky Sorry, I am not having it, and find it disrespectful to the dead and those who survived to tell the tale Without the likes of Elie Wiesel, Primo Levi or Borowski himself, the world would be left with nothing than guesswork This is too important for that.Make no bones about it, reading this hurt, deeply, right to the pit of my stomach, many will find ittoo unsettling as it is not lyrical enough, not sympathetic enough He offers us no theories, and not a single redeeming possibility Unembellished, because, as he wrote, there can be no beauty if it is paid for by human injustice, nor truth that passes over injustice, nor moral virtue that condones it Surely there was no need to ask for sympathy Perhaps that is why this book is less well known than others that followed We do not like what s in front of us, it s too disturbing Borowski wrote this book when the memories were fresh, not older looking back over time He was still a young man and still desperately trying to find something to believe in All he had was his nightmares, and he wrote them down Nothing ever relieved his pain Atrocity is piled upon atrocity For that he gets my greatest respects He committed suicide in 1951, aged just 28.Trough all the horror and carnage he writes considerably well, even in parts poetically, Suddenly I see the camp as a haven of peace It is true, others may be dying, but one is somehow still alive ,In the abundant of literature concerning the atrocity s of the 20th century, one rarely finds an account written from the point of view of an accessory to the crime In frank, dispassionate prose he simply opens his mind, it s never pleasant, but then it was never going to be The precise reasons for his death are uncertain, as are many other details regarding this troubling witness to the Holocaust, but the dreadful power of his stories remains undiminished, It s a reading experience I will not forget, no matter how hard I try. Disturbing in the same way that the foreign film, Son of Saul was for me It was unbearable to read than a chapter or two at one time The blurb on my book jacket conveys my thoughts perfectlyThis collection of concentration camp stories shows atrocious war crimes becoming an unremarkable part of a daily routine Prisoners eat, work, sleep, and fall in love a few yards from where other prisoners are systematically slaughtered The will to survive overrides compassion, and the line between the normal and the abnormal wavers, then vanishes Borowski, a concentration camp victim himself, understood what human beings will do to endure the unendurable Borowski wrote this collection of concentration camp stories after surviving imprisonment in Auschwitz and Dachau from 1943 to 1945 He committed suicide in Warsaw in 1951 when he was only 29 years old. This is not an ordinary bookThis Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemenis a report of the man who survived And this is a horrific testimony Borowski s prose, full of sharp and dispassionate descriptions, is so brutal and harsh, such dense that you barely can breath At the same time Borowski s writing is marked with strange indifference and some appalling calm while he tells about unimaginable atrocity and inhuman barbarism.One of the most known stories is the title one when narrator participates in unloading new transport what always offers occasion to gain some goods Bread, bacon, onion, milk and maybe a real champagne as muses Henri, the man who says that at least a milion people had passed through his hands This unnerving story has something so ghastly unreal in itself but simultaneously we can sense, and it is almost palpable feeling, that everything s really happening Newcomers are faltering in scorching heat , muddle headed after several days in crowded wagons , completely unaware what will happen to them And on the other side camp prisoners, these chosen ones, to take their luggage, to separate value things, to live And when you think it is over you can readfor several days the entire camp will live off this transport For several days the entire camp will talk about Sosnowiec Bedzin Sosnowiec Bedzin was a good, rich transportOr another story titledPeople who walked onThere is a scene I find particularly shocking, when prisoners were playing football, yes, there was a life in Auschwitz too, while another transport arrived and Borowski knocks you out with single paragraphbetween two throw ins in a soccer game, right behind my back, three thousand people had been put to deathI m thinking about Borowski s life in Auschwitz, then Dachau and after camp I m wondering why he get involved later, like many other Polish writers, into communistic propaganda Why he found communism so seductive I m trying to imagine myself on his place and I can t Also his death, pills and, oh irony, gas It s such a shame that evil system caught up with him finally Though I do not know which one it was Malaparte said onceit is a shameful thing to win a warAnd to survive It is difficult, with a moat of sixty years and an intellectual barricade of countless other World War II and Holocaust related reading, to adequately begin to review this collection of short stories from Tadeusz Borowski Falling back into the same reiteration of virtually all Holocaust post war writings is almost too easy This book serves as a reminder of the atrocities of war , this book demonstrates how terrible man can be etc, etc, ad infinitum Ad nauseum The sorts of blanket recognitions and statements about Holocaust writing do not, in general, do either post war mentalities, nor the atrocities of the event, justice they provide an automated recognition of the war, but without truly instigating thought, consideration, and insight of what actually happened In many respects, This Way for the Gas establishes itself as a remarkably unique piece of post war Holocaust writing While Borowski himself was a kapo in Auschwitz, his experience there was vastly different from many others who passed through the camp His lifestyle was comparatively luxuriant he was afforded packages from home, organised stolen goods from around the camp, and generally held a position of relatively power over the fellow inmates Because he was a Pole rather than a Jew or a Russian , Borowski possessed a substantial advantage over many of the most barbaric treatments at Auschwitz Additionally, being selected as a kapo forced his participation in many of the very atrocities ocurring at Auschwitz Borowski was likely feared and despised by many of the inmates under him in the camp s hierarchy.The writing is terse, resigned, and strikingly detached Concurrently with This Way for the Gas , I was reading Auschwitz by L Rees In this latter book, Rees stipulates that how many concentration camp workers managed to survive, despite the crushing mental and physical burdens, was in effectively detaching oneself from the surroundings The behavior of detaching oneself from ones environment is exemplified throughout This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen Borowski himself creates a mental barricade between himself and his surroundings in one scene he discusses playing keeper during a football game with other inmates Between one out of bounds and a second, he sees a trainload approximately five thousand of people sorted, selected, and gassed only a few hundred meters from where he is playing The frankness and, to us, callousness though at the time, such responses were likely appropriate and acceptable given the circumstance of the prose makes Borowski s works difficult to read Inevitably, there is the comparison to Wiesel s Night another magnificent piece of writing , but the similarities, outside of being narratives of concentration camp survivors, are few While Wiesel s writing is humane, gutwrenching, and almost impossibly difficult to read, Borowski s is so lacking of humanity, warmth, and compassion that it s nearly difficult to read than Wiesel s writing Borowski doesn t seem to be completely devoid of humanity, but the demonstrated acceptance of the conditions around him do not provide as distinct a demarcation as Wiesel s writings inmates are not consistently helpless victims, nor are SS guards always the most brutal of characters Borowski s writing remains one of the most complex pieces I have ever read There are many levels to what he has written, and his reflections and thoughts are inconsistent with their acceptance and understanding of his environment Like much else written during the time, he ultimately is an individual trying desperately to cope with a decidedly inhuman, catastrophic situation as best he can. This one is difficult to rate Not all the stories did engage me on a same level I would definitely give a 5 for the title story It s a unique testimony about prisoners unloading an incoming Transport It s powerful and haunting The bolts crack, the doors fall open A wave of fresh air rushes inside the train Peopleinhumanly crammed, buried under incredible heaps of luggage, suitcases, trunks, packages, crates, bundles of every description everything that had been their past and was to start their future Monstrously squeezed together, they have fainted from heat, suffocated, crushed one another Now they push towards the opened doors, breathing like fish cast out on the sand My expectations were very high, after reading the first short But to be honest, the following stories didn t met those expectations And that was a shame, because all of them are certainly worth reading Mr Borowski gives a voice to the victims, who were reduced to beasts from the moment they were loaded into the cattle cars and the ones that were lucky enough to survive the transport and the selection at the train ramp, saw their lives as prisoners reduced to nothing but a beastly struggle for life Mr Borowski understood this very well, and was painfully aware of the fact that he was no exception Whatever the rating given to this collection of concentration camp stories, one thing is certain it packs a powerful punch, and is unmissable if you even want to try to understand what the victims went through in this war morality, national solidarity, patriotism and the ideals of freedom, justice and human dignity had all slid off man like a rotten rag We said that there is no crime that a man will not commit in order to save himself And, having saved himself, he will commit crimes for increasingly trivial reasons he will commit them first out of duty, then from habit, and finally for pleasure. This is an account of Auschwitz, in the form of a series of first person short stories, from someone who is still begrimed and drenched in its depravity Because he wrote it so soon after his experience Borowski has managed to put little if any distance between himself and what he s describing The tone of the book, perfectly captured in its title, is thus deeply disturbing In fact it reads like a suicide note Concentration camp stories tend to focus on the fortitude and humanity of inmates Rarely do we see the darker side of what people did to survive Rarely do we see the hierarchies among the inmates Rarely do we see how successfully in their evil genius the Nazis stripped individuals of all moral sense There s the sense here that the inmates are like heroin addicts, survival their daily fix They have their close inner circle of useful contacts and friends but are numbed to indifference about the plight of everyone outside that circle They will even hurt these others if there s something to gain, even if that something is merely a moment s pleasure, the pleasure of accruing power Power, as he states, is earned by the exploitation of others People will always seek power and perhaps never so than when they are made to feel powerless Perhaps the most memorable image in the book is of a game of football the narrator is playing while a transport arrives at the ramp He registers the arrival of a train full of Hungarian Jews the next moment his attention strays from the game the entire convoy has disappeared Between two throw ins in a soccer game, right behind my back, three thousand people had been put to death He narrates this as though it is of little emotional significance than an unloading process in a factory This book is as disturbed as it is disturbing Borowski, you feel, deliberately eschewed all temptation to make his material palatable, subject in any way to reason He wanted to speak from the ground, not from the meditated hindsight of a library or study Probably what it does better than any other Holocaust book I ve read is show the extreme difficulty of processing what happened in the camps or even finding the appropriate moral tone with which to talk about it. Translator s NoteIntroduction This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen A Day at Harmenz The People Who Walked On Auschwitz, Our Home A Letter The Death of Schillinger The Man with the Package The Supper A True Story Silence The January Offensive A Visit The World of Stone