Short story collection
Jan Polkowski
Doorman and other stories

An account of the chaotic and uncertain structure of reality

One glance was enough to conclude that the resident of the flat was a nutter. Back then I used to be cautious with my judgements and weigh my words carefully. It seemed to me that life was like a job at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Connections and confections; the curtain never falls. Sneers, caresses, frills, excesses and arse-licking. But in this case, it should be firmly said that the fellow – when he was still alive – must have been seriously screwed up.

I was frantically wondering if there was something to hang a story on here, something about him and this whole rather sad situation: a low-key tale, perhaps a little secret. I didn’t expect anything sensational, but I could use a spicy morsel concerning the freshly discovered stiff. I wasn’t looking for material for the Odyssey. I was just sniffing around routinely, to get my per-word fee for an evening beer and a buttered bread roll. And, unfortunately, I found it. (…)

I should have said to myself, this is a nobody, found another topic and shut him up inside copy totalling eight hundred characters with spaces. There would have been nothing left of him, zero, and zero problems. Zero questions and a hundred times less answers. He could have been a boring loony at most, the latest exposure of a banal downfall, nothing more than a strained pretext to scribble a slim note for the prying column about whatever.

The right words used at the appropriate moment can save a person’s life or honour, restore order, create distance or build a defensive wall, act as an effective vaccine against all sorts of shit that a stiff might be storing in his cavernous closet. Or in his suspect skull. That’s why one must use words extremely carefully. Use a slightly different word than is called for and the next thing you know, your dirty laundry is airing out in public, or you’re hanging naked and defenceless in front of a camera, waving your white CV out the window, and losing face, cash, status or love. Or everything at once. (…)

There were stacks of papers everywhere. On the desk, the kitchen table, the dresser, the chairs; the floor was covered with cardboard boxes, plastic crates and bags filled with papers. They were spilling out of two large rucksacks and even fermenting in the pots in the kitchen, except for one that was full of cooked and dried-up buckwheat groats. The overwhelming majority of these papers were single sheets the size of an average book, each containing a few handwritten lines. I glanced at them. I will never forget that moment. To be honest, I didn’t even get to the end of the sentence. It didn’t make the least impression on me; it didn’t inspire a hint of a deeper thought. I only noticed that there were no cross-outs or corrections in the text. Only later did I realise that the contents of every single page were identical. These were not notes; the text was, as the old term goes, a fair copy. (…)

The handwriting on the various sheets was fairly uniform. It might have belonged, and probably did belong, to the deceased resident. It was only after years of comparisons and intense study that I noticed the differences between individual instances, for example in the shapes of letters. For quite some time I was an ignorant amateur; I could not decipher the author’s purpose or understand the intentions behind that kindly hand.

There were two reasons for the differences in the shapes of letters. One, rather obvious, was the author’s age and state of health, meaning the increasingly uncertain, feeble hand and failing eyesight. The second, much more important and less obvious, as I will explain a bit later, was the result of the eccentric recluse’s attempt to record his bizarre ideas and theories.

From the short story Thirty-three words

Translated by Eliza Marciniak

Short story collection
Jan Polkowski
Doorman and other stories

An account of the chaotic and uncertain structure of reality

Publisher: Instytut Literatury, Kraków 2019
Translation rights: Instytut Literatury,

The latest short story collection by Jan Polkowski – poet, prose writer, columnist, publisher and editor – is modest in size: just four pieces. However, this slender volume is anything but modest when it comes to the writer’s craft and the depth of his insight. It is anything but modest in its language, which flows in beautiful, striking phrases, or the importance of its subject matter, or the spell that it casts on the reader from the very first page.

The protagonists of these stories are desperados of a sort – people who are alienated and absent, who have turned their backs on the world and withdrawn from it, who are shut in a hermetic universe of their own passions, fears, desires, doubts or delusions. A provincial newspaper journalist in search of an exciting news story enters the flat of a dead philologist – a mad cataloguer of a single sentence, the seeker of a language within language and the sworn enemy of the printing press – and against his own will finds himself heir to the dead man’s lunatic researches, taking on the stranger’s personality and descending into madness. Two musicians, an aging and isolated couple, sing a song about eternal love, but it is not clear how much of it is devotion and how much possession. A rich notary caught up in a complicated romance, which is devoid of affection and hence a future, passively remains in a marriage that is exactly like his romance, entertains fashionable company by making up stories of someone else’s life, and on the train home on the eve of the Second World War changes his plans and remains to the end of the line. A painter living as if in a trap, in a world defined by his own obsessions, spends twenty years painting thirteen versions of the same painting of the same woman and then at one stroke decides to draw a line through everything he has done and disappear.

This book is a history of the illness of our times. It is an account of the chaotic and uncertain structure of reality. It concerns itself with the human being as a mystery deeper than the deepest chasm. It is an announcement of the end of the world.

Krzysztof Ćwikliński
Translated by Eliza Marciniak

Selected samples

Julita Deluga
Wojtek Wawszczyk, Tomasz Leśniak
Anna Kańtoch
Andrzej Bobkowski
Wisława Szymborska
Zdzisław Kranodębski
Andrzej Nowak
Wiesław Myśliwski
Jarosław Jakubowski
Anna Piwkowska
Roman Honet
Miłosz Biedrzycki
Wojciech Chmielewski
Aleksandra Majdzińska
Tomasz Różycki
Maciej Hen
Jakub Nowak
Elżbieta Cherezińska
歐菈·沃丹斯卡-波欽斯卡(Ola Woldańska-Płocińska)
作者:沃伊切赫·維德瓦克(Wojciech Widłak), 插圖:亞歷珊德拉·克珊諾夫斯卡(Aleksandra Krzanowska)
文字:莫妮卡·烏特尼-斯特魯加瓦(Monika Utnik-Strugała), 概念和插圖:皮歐特·索哈(Piotr Socha)
作者:亞格涅絲卡·斯特爾馬什克(Agnieszka Stelmaszyk)
尤安娜·日斯卡(Joanna Rzyska)、阿嘉妲·杜德克(Agata Dudek)、瑪格熱妲·諾瓦克(Małgorzata Nowak) Druganoga出版社,華沙2021
艾麗莎·皮歐特夫斯卡(Eliza Piotrowska)
米科瓦伊·帕辛斯基(Mikołaj Pasiński)、瑪格熱妲·赫爾巴(Gosia Herba)
歐菈·沃丹斯卡-波欽斯卡(Ola Woldańska-Płocińska)
瑪麗安娜·奧克雷亞克(Marianna Oklejak)
拉法爾·科希克(Rafał Kosik)
亞歷珊德拉·沃丹斯卡-波欽斯卡(Aleksandra Woldańska-Płocińska)
巴托米耶·伊格納邱克(Bartłomiej Ignaciuk), 阿嘉塔·洛特-伊格納邱克(Agata Loth-Ignaciuk)
文字和插圖:皮歐特·卡爾斯基(Piotr Karski)
文字和插圖:皮歐特·卡爾斯基(Piotr Karski)
羅珊娜·延澤耶夫斯卡-弗魯貝爾 (Roksana Jędrzejewska-Wróbel)
作者:普舎米斯瓦夫·維赫特洛維奇(Przemysław Wechterowicz) 插圖:艾米莉·吉烏巴克(Emilia Dziubak)
尤斯提娜·貝納雷(Justyna Bednarek) 插圖:丹尼爾·德拉圖爾(Daniel De Latour)
尤安娜·巴托西克(Joanna Bartosik)
瑪格熱妲·斯文多夫斯卡(Małgorzata Swędrowska)、尤安娜·巴托西克(Joanna Bartosik)
Jan Kochanowski
Jarosław Marek Rymkiewicz
Olga Tokarczuk
Władysław Stanisław Reymont
An Ancient Tale
Stanisław Rembek
Elżbieta Cherezińska
Henryk Sienkiewicz
Maria Dąbrowska
Stefan Żeromski
Bronisław Wildstein
Zbigniew Herbert / Wisława Szymborska
Karol Wojtyła
Wiesław Myśliwski
Czesław Miłosz
Anna Świrszczyńska / Melchior Wańkowicz
Tadeusz Borowski / Gustaw Herling-Grudziński
Wiesław Helak
Góra Tabor
Adriana Szymańska
Paweł Rzewuski
Mariusz Staniszewski
Radek Rak
Urszula Honek
Kazimierz Orłoś
Rafał Wojasiński
Antonina Grzegorzewska
Józef Mackiewicz
Tobiasz Piątkowski, Marek Oleksicki
Daniel Odija
Bronisław Wildstein
Józef Mackiewicz
Józef Mackiewicz
Witold Szabłowski
Andrzej Muszyński
Wiesław Helak
Bartosz Jastrzębski
Dariusz Sośnicki
Łukasz Orbitowski
Jakub Małecki
אנדז'יי ספקובסקי
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Wiesław Myśliwski
Jakub Małecki
Aleksandra Lipczak
Jacek Dukaj
Wit Szostak
Bartosz Biedrzycki
Zyta Rudzka
Maciej Płaza
Wojciech Chmielewski
Paweł Huelle
Przemysław "Trust" Truściński
Angelika Kuźniak
Wojciech Kudyba
Michał Protasiuk
Stanisław Rembek
Krzysztof Karasek
Elżbieta Isakiewicz
Artur Daniel Liskowacki
Jarosław Jakubowski
Zbigniew Stawrowski
Szczepan Twardoch
Wojciech Chmielarz
Robert Małecki
Zygmunt Miłoszewski
Anna Piwkowska
Dominika Słowik
Wojciech Chmielewski
Barbara Banaś
Rafał Mikołajczyk
Jerzy Szymik
Waldemar Bawołek
Julia Fiedorczuk
Jakub Szamałek
Witold Szabłowski
Jacek Dukaj
Grzegorz Górny, Janusz Rosikoń
Paweł Piechnik
Andrzej Strumiłło


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Hubert Klimko-Dobrzaniecki
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Wojciech Kudyba
Włodzimierz Bolecki
Jerzy Liebert
Wojciech Zembaty
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Joanna Siedlecka
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Marek Bieńczyk
Leszek Elektorowicz
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Szymon Babuchowski
Lech Majewski
Weronika Murek
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Dorota Masłowska
Wiesław Myśliwski
Martyna Bunda
Olga Tokarczuk
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Anna Bikont
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