Beech Boat
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Publisher Description
"I had fallen into the situation [of previous Polish exiles] if not their role. In this unfortunate trap I found one ally most helpful: London itself. In those days it still held to its foggy tradition.... It isolated, snuggled and covered."
from Beech Boat
It is 1945 in London, a city of wanderers. Warsaw is in ruins, Lwów is in another country, and London's Poles, with their long history of partition, resistance, and exile, are trying to understand how to live with genocide, Hiroshima, Katyn and the world's descent to ever lower circles of hell. The fall of Troy keeps coming to mind, and the few who managed to escape the ruins in their flimsy beech boats.
Janina arrives in post-war London, tortured by memories of her girlhood and the war, and stalked by the generations of previous failed exiles whose worn tombstones she used to visit at home in the Jasło cemetery. She finds a London teeming with other escapees, from the suicidal Nazi living next door to the stocky Mrs Kunegunda Grzesik, who has turned her practical hand to running a wildly successful ethnic restaurant.
Janina joins the literary and political ferment around Wiadomości, the émigré journal, and begins trying to earn a living from her art, making jewelry and painting porcelain at the Decorative Studio. She encounters her English neighbour, who shares his milk ration with her and tries to share his fervent belief in socialism, with which she has cruel previous experiences from Soviet-occupied Lwów. She is commissioned to produce a frieze of painted tiles for another Englishman in Ealing, an attractively mysterious sophisticate with an intriguing painting on his wall of The Temptation of Eve. Walking home through blitzed London in the fog, Janina has a Faustian encounter with another devil who resembles a portrait remembered from her father's old study.
Dreamlike, lyrical and philosophical, mixing memory, drama and deep feeling, this prize-winning European women's memoir bring all these themes together in a convincing and powerful whole that has remained popular with Poles abroad and in the post-Solidarity nation at home, where Janina Kościałkowska's works were only able to be published when she was 77 years old.
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Near the beginning of this fictional memoir of the Polish diaspora, we are told by the narrator, Janina, that ``there is nothing more pleasant, nothing more real than digressions.'' Indeed, digressions dominate this work: although based in London of 1945-46, the text frequently slides into brief vignettes from the war years. Janina's cousin Kostek, a fellow exile, shows her two wooden crosses he has made, prompting an account of the time when, at the behest of the Soviets, she removed a crucifix from the Lwow factory in which she worked and delivered it to a church. Many scenes are accessible to general readers, such as when Koscialkowska depicts her mother's reaction to a mobilization poster in August 1939: she begins playing Chopin at the piano and people gather outside their open window and listen silently. Likewise, Janina's comments on the anguish of exile and her thoughts on writing and language can speak to a broad audience. However, despite the translator's occasional enlightening notes, this work is so firmly rooted in Polish culture that much of its power and subtlety--and the significance of some of the events depicted--may elude many readers.
