Besides autobiographical notes (flight from Wilno during the war), a portrait of Zygmunt Hertz, superficial comments on Nazism and the cardinal sins and a description of the streets of Wilno, this book is a very dark diatribe against reason, knowledge, science and civilization. It exposes the author's astonishing contradictions, his extremely pessimistic vision on mankind, his staunch defense of fundamental Catholicism, his escapist view on art and his stance as an authoritarian, anti-democratic warmonger.
Civilization, science, knowledge
For C. M., civilization doesn't satisfy man's desire for order and justice. This is due to the Devil (!), an inventive, cold logical mind, the creator of the oppressing technical civilization.
For him, science and the mechanics of cause and effect are synonymous with the evil spirit. Evil resulted from man's reaching for forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge.
Catholicism (indispensable for Polish culture)
`I believe that the four Gospels tell the truth. I believe in an absurdity that Jesus rose from the dead.'
For C. M., by democratizing the unassailable truth of faith, the aggiornamento (in the Church) struck a blow at the `knowing' function of the clergy. The unwritten contract between ordinary mortals and the priests was: we will till the soil and go to war (sic) and you will mutter prayers and preserve in your tomes knowledge about what we must (sic) believe in. What mankind needs is the dignity of man, as expressed by the Vatican, for it backs it with metaphysical essence(sic).
Catholicism seems to him to be the indispensable background for everything that will be truly creative in Polish culture.
Vision on man and blatant contradictions
For C.M., `the proposition that even if some good is attainable by man, that he doesn't deserve it, can be proved by experience.'(!)
`Men have a strong need for authority. Man needs Christianity, because he is enslaved to his own predatory, dominating instincts.' But, in his invective against science, C.M. needs a `natural' man: `For that reason many people side with the instincts and intuition of natural man against the artificial and the collective.' Further, `enmity was established between man and nature', but is man himself not part of nature?
For C.M., `the righteous are those who profess doubt', but he himself has no doubt.
Art
For C.M., gentle verses written in the midst of horror declare themselves for life. They are incantations deployed in order that the horror should disappear for a moment.'
This is pure and simple escapism, a flight from reality.
I cannot recommend this astonishing book by a Nobel Prize winner.