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Bruno Schulz novel, The Street of Crocodiles seems like a magical realist novel where the protagonist–unsure whether they are a boy or a girl–describes the street and home where s(he) lives in. The narrator seemed ambiguous so I was alternatively drawn by the father. The narrator’s father is deemed to be crazy for his incapability to differentiate animate and inanimate objects. However, the whole story seems to be magical in and of itself. I thought it was particularly interesting how the father gives objects human qualities, and how he contrarily objectifies the human body; such as giving emotion and thought to a wooden chair, and viewing the human body as useful through limbs. “Who knows . . . how many suffering, crippled, fragmentary forms of life there are, such as the artificially created life of chests and tables quickly nailed together”; “The walls of their houses were filled with bodies and heads immured in them” (39).

-Lissa Morales