He was Hungarian. His name, however, like the name of the city he was born, Miskolc, was Slavic. He came from the part of Eastern Europe which for a long time was dominated culturally and politically by the Austrians, and the borders between the nations were in constant flux. He grew up in a country
This post was written on a Twitter request by people looking for this excellent writing advice given by an American fiction writer Alan Heathcock. It is re-posted as-is, preserving the original formatting and syntax. 1. Make a unique character, with a highly specific flaw that puts into question their ability to clearly interpret the world.
At the height of his career, Paganini was asked who is the best violin player of them all. “I don’t know who’s the best,” he answered with his natural modesty, “but the second-best is Karol Lipiński. There were many superb Polish violinists. Many of them were born when Poland was not on the maps of
I love memories. I love good memories. I also love the bad ones, although not as much. They all are parts of my life. I’ve lived in many towns and cities on both continents and cherish visiting all the old places. And I often surprise myself knowing how many people from my past live all
8o years ago our neighbors decided to change the course of Polish history. Nazis invaded us from the West and Soviets from the East. Once again, as it did through the centuries, our country had to defend its identity, culture, heritage and its territory. The brutality of the invading forces was unspeakable and the extermination
Z niesłychaną dumą zawiadamiam moich przyjaciół i czytelników, że moja strona internetowa witoldniesluchowski.com jest teraz do czytania w języku polskim. Blogi będą przetłumaczone w następnej kolejności. To my friends and readers: My website witoldniesluchowski.com is now available in Polish version. Blogs will be translated later.
There was a time during my tenure as a Chief of Staff when quite a few of our doctors died. Attending the funerals wasn’t that uncommon, but that time seemed like more than usual. I attended most of them, not ex officio, but because they were my friends. The ceremonies differed in the religion, style,
The Poles lived through hell. WW ll started in our country. The hordes of invaders rolled over our land back and forth many times. Comparing them to the brutality of Genghis Khan’s wild tribes would insult Mongolian animals. The inhuman 20th-century ideology was added with sophisticated methods of killing and disposing of the dead bodies.
Those were the dreadful times. They were trying times. Polish people were put in the positions, where there were no good solutions. Any bad choice, and you ended up with a bullet in your head. Yet people helped each other. Unspeakable danger quite often brought up worst in the people. But also brought up the
There were the worst of times for my family, my country and the world. Two terrible powers, on their insane way to dominate, crushed everything and everybody that was on the way to oppose their vision of the world. Poland for millennia was squeezed between bad and worse, between two shades of evil. Suddenly, our
Now, in my retirement, I am a perpetual reader. Not only of fiction but also non-fiction, mainly books about craft of storytelling. And there is an abundant supply of advice how to improve your writing. Besides books you can touch, there are e-books, blogs, YouTube snippets and formal courses. The Teaching Company college level lectures,
Wer reited so spat durch Nacht und Wind? … Who rides there so late through the night dark and drear? … Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Goethe, Der Erlkoenig. The Erlking. I remember this poem from my high school class in romantic literature. The story of father riding horseback through the woods with his sick boy,