In his
Memoirs Sloboda, the passionate narrator, armed with minimally stylized, colloquial, and unrefined language, manages to comment on Proust, criticize Brecht, describe a schizophrenic wife, observe a twig in a river whirlpool, and tell piquant tales about the artistic and political life of Bratislava.
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Sloboda is playing with himself, with his reader, with life and death. An elite intellectual and folk narrator, a shy villager and agent provocateur and experimenter, a self-ironist and Narcissus with a savior complex, a hedonist and mystic, a bad husband and a good grandfather, a nature lover and self-destructive necrophiliac but above all
a mystifier - that was Rudolf Sloboda..
Adriana Fábryová
