"A spokesman for those who were angry and beat, turbulent, temperamental and tortured . . . In
The Graveyard, Hlasko stabs his knife into the regime and draws it out dripping blood."
–The New York Times "Hlasko's story comes off the page at you like a pit bull."
–The Washington Post "Marek Hlasko lived through what he wrote and died of an overdose of solitude and not enough love."
–Jerzy Kosinski "A self-taught writer with an uncanny gift for narrative and dialogue . . . A born rebel and troublemaker of immense charm."
–Roman Polanski "Hlasko writes with great talent . . . Fascinates the reader with his conciseness, directness, and drama."
–Saturday Review "As a study of a peculiar limbo, the endless wandering, the alienation, [
The Eighth Day of the Week is] exquisitely drawn, and intensely young; it's about as good a description of being 18 as I've ever read, whether you're living under the yoke of communism or not."
–Zoe Williams, The Guardian, "The Book That Changed Me" "While urging you to find and read . . . any book by Marek Hlasko, I will yield to Hlasko's countryman, fellow writer, and friend Leopold Tyrmand, the final word: 'Even in his lies–and he was a man built of lies, some of them scurrilous, some of them charming–he conveyed always a truth. A truth we need.' "
–James Sallis, The Boston Globe