There is a certain injustice in writing the biography of Witold Gombrowicz. There are few writers of the 20th century who worked so systematically against the possibility of finally understanding each other. Gombrowicz ran away from Form all his life, and at the same time obsessively produced his own form; he sneered at greatness, but counted very seriously on his own; he despised literary ceremonies, hierarchies, awards and [...]
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