Konwicki careens purposefully from private history (his vices, obsessive Lithuanian reveries, and advancing old age) to a time capsule of cultural history: to portraits of the artists, writers, actors, and film directors who accounted for the explosive burst of creative activity in Poland after the war. His tone can be mischievous, cantankerous, or despairing, but also unexpectedly touching.
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