Volume 33, Number 3 · February 27, 1986
Voice of Exile
By Jaroslaw Anders
The Land of Ulro
by Czeslaw Milosz, translated by Louis Iribarne
Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 287 pp., $17.95
The Land of Ulro opens with a warning: 'Dear Reader, this book was not intended for you, and I feel you should be forewarned before you enter its bizarre tangle.' It was conceived, the author tells us, as 'an act of perfect freedom,' the 'personal whim' of a writer who decided to let us eavesdrop on a longstanding and personal dispute with a phantom audience, an audience that perhaps has very little to do with most of us. 'This time I gave free rein to my meditations,' Milosz writes, 'and didn't try to reach anybody in particular, except perhaps a few fastidious people able to read my Polish and belonging to the same circle of the literati.'
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