One writer whose works have not gained much interest for me before is Czeslaw Milosz. Being a fan of both the Polish language and literature, I have probably been suffering from some unknown malady – I don’t know how else to explain this irrational lack of interest. Not anymore, though. Yesterday I finished a collection of essays written by the Polish Nobel winner, and I was actually stunned. I truly believe that there is nothing quite as beautiful, or powerful, as the written word.
According to Penguin Classics:
Proud to be a Mammal (1942-97) is Czeslaw Milosz's moving and diverse collection of essays. Among them, he covers his passion for poetry, his love of the Polish language that was so nearly wiped out by the violence of the twentieth century, and his happy childhood. Milosz also includes a letter to his friend in which he voices his concern about the growing indifference to murder and the true value of freedom of thought, as well as a verbal map of Wilno, with each street revealing both a rich local history and intricate, poignant personal memories.