Yesterday evening I slogged through a biography of Bruno Schulz—REGIONS OF THE GREAT HERESY, by Jerzy Ficowski. Much of it is opaque literary criticism, which I skimmed through, but I was and remain drawn to the personality of Schulz and his fixation on the formative symbols of childhood. Only recently, in my excavation of ancient history, have I realized how many pregnant symbols there were in the house in the Briar Hill section of Youngstown, Ohio, where I grew up. The more I look, the more I find.
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