Review
"Murrer's poetic vision is unarguably one of the most remarkable in all of contemporary Czech poetry" --
Vladimir Novotny, Institute of Czech Literature. . . evocative language and narrative structure that actually makes you sit up. --
The Prague Post, May 19, 1999Ewald Murrer has produced a book that perhaps seems at first to be a catalog of illustrations to Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams, but which ultimately, and primarily, "awaits a sign," i.e., searches for meaning. At the end of the 20th century he has portrayed a celebration of boredeom, the stifling of which by momentary ecstasy, or Ecstasy, is futile. The transformation of illusion into disillusion occurs at the moment when drugs (of any sort) cease to have any effect, and Murrer goes further than many of his contemporary unfortunates in admitting the consequence. His book is a venturesome pilgrimage whose end offers no answer. --
Alena Blazejovska, Tvar, January, 1997Murrers poetic vision is unarguably one of the most remarkable in all of contemporary Czech poetry. --
Vladimr Novotny, Institute of Czech Literature
Language Notes
Text: English (translation)
Original Language: Czech