Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass by Bruno Schulz

As I couldn't remember this book at all, I reread it and now I get it why I forgot it so completely. It's beautiful - it's a bit like reading a very long and mysterious poem in prose, but it was a book about nothing. There are some eccentric members of family, some strange neighbours, some more or less important objects, some half-cooked love story, a bit of magic - all this mixed togethed and served in a wonderful poem-prose. I've just finished reading it and I already don't remember most of it. 

Definitely not for me and I'm not going to read this book ever again.

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