The Beatles continued to appear in books published decades after the dust of Beatlemania had settled, often in the context of intergenerational conflict and misunderstanding. In Noelka, one of the volumes of Małgorzata Musierowicz’s Jeżycjada series, set in the early 1990s, a modern doorbell plays the tune of Yesterday, which infuriates Grandpa Metody, who blames the Beatles for ‘introducing a fashion for drugs and effeminacy’.
Zofia Chądzyńska’s psychological novel for young adults, Dorosnąć (Growing Up), published in 1987, offers a completely different perspective. The narrator is a doctor approaching middle age, a representative of the post-war baby-boom generation, and the father of a teenage son. The soundtrack of his adolescence and first love was The Beatles’ songs. To him, their music is the very embodiment of goodness, beauty and truth – in stark contrast to his son’s idols, who are ‘convulsively contorted, strumming their strings, with hair like savages and the eyes of drug addicts’. He complains about new fashions and fails to understand the phenomena of contemporary youth culture (‘I bet if I say “Madonna”, you’ll think of the Virgin Mary,’ his wife chides him as she tries to keep up with their child’s interests). He does, however, recognise in his own attitude a repetition of the pattern he faced two decades earlier, when he suffered for having long hair and a fascination with the hippie movement.
In Niekłamane Oblicze Jana Piszczyka (The True Face of Jan Piszczyk) (1990) – the final volume of Jerzy Stefan Stawiński’s trilogy devoted to the fortunes of this opportunist and ill-fated man – the title character attempts, through the Beatles, to forge a bond with his teenage daughter, unaware that he is her father. He goes to great lengths to obtain a copy of the Yellow Submarine album for her from London. This delights the girl but angers her mother, who cannot stand that her daughter plays it on repeat. Piszczyk then tries to play the generational conflict card: ‘You don’t understand young people, Renata. You grew up on ZMP mass songs and can’t fathom how anyone could dance to such ideology-free tunes’.
Beatles-themed motifs recur across many novels by authors who grew up in the 1960s and 1970s. In Joanna Szczepkowska’s novel Kocham Paula McCartneya (I Love Paul McCartney) (2008), as the title suggests, there are numerous references to Beatles songs. In one scene, four teenage girls from Warsaw’s Ochota district draw lots to decide which Beatle they will worship and write his name in their notebooks and on the stairwells. The ritual is preceded by an ecstatic dance to the rhythm of Rock’n’Roll Music:
Just a moment ago, there was a witches’ sabbath here […] just a moment ago, the girls were jumping on the sofa […] just like those girls, the girls abroad […] Apparently, in London, one of the girls gouged out her own eye whilst in a trance. […] Gertrude arches her back, a hysterical arch, silent ecstasy, convulsions beneath the skin.
In Daniel Wyszogrodzki’s Plac Leński (Leński Square) (2021), the Beatles craze is set against the backdrop of a boy’s experiences growing up at the turn of the 1960s and 1970s in Warsaw’s Praga district: from the impression made on him by a song by a then-unknown band heard at a summer camp on Lake Balaton, through his search for their music, to the purchase of his first foreign record at a flea market in Mariensztat – an Indian edition of Abbey Road.
In Antoni Libera’s Madame (1998), the Skowyczące Pantery band plays at the school-leavers’ ball, and their repertoire includes Beatles covers. The novel’s protagonist is not particularly interested in this, as he is preoccupied with matters of the heart. Besides, he prefers jazz and aspires to be an intellectual, and he consents with his friend, who, at the sight of his enthusiastic peers, says: ‘What a circus’. At one point, however, the French teacher he is in love with asks him to dance – the rock band is playing a slow number, Yesterday. The young man, flustered by the situation, tries to play the cynic: ‘Doesn’t this reek of kitsch? [...] [T]his sweet dance of ours against the backdrop of these sweet words,’ he asks her. She, however, brings him back down to earth: ‘Kitsch can be nice. There’s no need to renounce it. If there were no kitsch, there would be no great art.’ The opening bars of another song from the Liverpool band’s repertoire, Ticket to Ride, begin; its lyrics would prove prophetic for their future – the very next day, his beloved would leave by train from Gdańsk Station to undertake an internship in France.