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Tefil - RafaÅ? WojasinÌ�ski

Tefil

By: RafaÅ? WojasinÌ�ski, Charles S. Kraszewski (Translator)

Hardcover | 30 June 2024

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In RafaÅ WojasiÅski's new engaging masterpiece Tefil, we come across a curious - and eerie - situation. A young man named Rozmaryn finds a photograph depicting his mother in the company of a stranger. He lost both his parents at an early age, and never even knew his mother. So he sets off in search of that stranger, and this leads him to one of the most articulate, yet unsettling and possibly mentally handicapped characters as can be found anywhere in literature: Tefil. A balding and somewhat odiferous inhabitant of a garret flat in a sleepy town somewhere in Poland, never married, Tefil, who spent his working years as a village factotum, now exists as something of a self-interested Oxfam bin collecting the clothes of the dead. He also goes to extreme lengths to avoid paying back insignificant debts and cadging pastries, coffee, and sometimes alcoholic dinners, from passers-by to whom he attaches himself like a tick. He also philosophises, disparaging the sense of human life, and singing a paean to 'all-conquering mould', which is the only living creature that cannot be destroyed (supposedly, it even survives being eaten and digested), and which is fated to overcome - to consume - all other life, including man and his civilisation. How does that make us feel, as human beings ourselves?


RafaÅ WojasiÅski's character is challenging, repulsive, and yet fatally attractive. Like Rozmaryn, we cannot tear ourselves away from his rushing stream of words and ideas, which fascinate us while filling us with existential dread. But is Tefil serious? Or is he just spilling an unending yarn, talking for the sake of hearing his unquestionably spellbinding voice? One hopes it is the latter, and it just might be. For Tefil is a poetic novel, something in the line of James Joyce's Finnegans Wake; something of a literary equivalent to absolute music and non-representational painting. Standing before WojasiÅski's puzzling canvas, hearing his dissonant composition through to the end, the reader might be left bewildered - but will certainly not find his time spent with Tefil unrewarding. 

Industry Reviews

"I wasn't quite sure what to expect when I picked this book up, but I was gripped by the narrative voice from the start and read through it almost in one go. There's a slightly dream-like quality to the writing; the characters and their stories will stay with you." Kaggsy's Bookish Ramblings

"A casual reading of this book might suggest that it is about nothing much but as we have known at least since the days of Flaubert, there are some very good books about nothing much. This is one of them. [...] WojasiÅski has written a work which must surely become a classic of Polish literature." The Modern Novel