Marek Hlasko’s The Eighth Day of the Week helped me come to terms with all those questions about capitalism that have no answersMarek Hlasko published his first collection of short stories in Poland in 1954, at the age of 20. He was feted as the Polish (literary) James Dean for a while, but within two years had fallen foul of the communist regime, accused of being – I don’t know how exact this translation is – a “decadent dabbler in literary carrion”.The Eighth Day of the Week was banned by the Polish authorities, but the book garnered a lot of cachet in the 60s in London, the admiration stemming from a mixture of leftist fellow-travelling, a sense that life in the eastern bloc was more intellectually honest (and also artier), and western cultural penance – that the more you understood of the reality of life under a communist regime, the more political you were allowed to be.Actually, I’m being really unfair. I read The Eighth Day of the Week years later on very trenchant family recommendations, when I was a teenager, and I’m trying to figure out retrospectively why my dad and my uncles were all so keen on it. …read more

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