

A Polish writer and artist who transformed the mundane streets of his provincial hometown into a shimmering, mythical landscape of memory and desire.
Bruno Schulz spent most of his life in the small town of Drohobycz, a place he would mythologize forever in his literature. Working as a high school art teacher, he poured his visionary imagination into writing and drawing. His two collections of stories, 'The Street of Crocodiles' and 'Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass', are not conventional narratives but lush, poetic explorations of his childhood, filtered through the figure of his father. Schulz's prose is baroque and hypnotic, turning attic rooms into cosmologies and shopkeepers into demi-gods. His life was tragically confined by history; as a Jew, he was forced into the Drohobycz ghetto during the Nazi occupation. His murder on a street in 1942 cut short a literary voice of unparalleled originality, leaving behind a small, perfect, and haunting body of work.
1883–1900
Came of age during World War I. Disillusioned by the carnage, they rejected the certainties of the Victorian era and built modernism from the wreckage — in art, literature, and politics.
Bruno was born in 1892, placing them squarely in The Lost Generation. The events that shaped this generation — world wars, depression, and rapid industrialization — shaped the world they entered and the choices available to them.
The biggest hits of 1892
The world at every milestone
Einstein publishes the theory of special relativity
Ford Model T goes into production
Halley's Comet makes its closest approach
The Federal Reserve is established
King Tut's tomb discovered in Egypt
Amelia Earhart flies solo across the Atlantic
Battle of Midway turns the tide in the Pacific
He was a skilled graphic artist and his drawings often featured the same mesmeric, dreamlike themes as his writing.
He was a close friend and correspondent of the writer Witold Gombrowicz.
The manuscript of his unfinished novel 'The Messiah' is one of the great lost works of 20th-century literature.
“Reality is as thin as paper and betrays with all its cracks its imitative character.”