The dramatic nature of Brzozowski’s situation in Florence was made worse by his very difficult financial position. Despite his own efforts and the constant support of his friends, he lacked money not only for books or treatment but sometimes even to provide a decent everyday life for his wife and especially his daughter, which worried him the most. Brzozowski’s correspondence, as well as his Memoir, are a record of these exceptionally difficult experiences. These are special examples of ‘Florentine writing’, documenting heroic creative efforts, impressive achievements and innovative intellectual plans, as well as everyday struggles for existence and the sense of functioning in the shadow of inevitably approaching death. The letters written to his friends are particularly suggestive in this respect. The writer’s deteriorating physical condition quickly resulted in a feeling of increasing loneliness, alienation and irretrievably lost opportunities. The deepening infirmity was accompanied by depression caused by the belief that there were fewer and fewer chances to clear himself of the false accusations, as well as everyday worries about his living conditions. These changes are reflected, among others, in comments about the practical side of functioning in Florence. Here are some significant epistolary passages showing the nature of his situation.
Florence, 1859, photo: Giacomo Brogi/Polona National Library
Two days after settling in Florence, Brzozowski wrote:
We settled in comfortably and quite cheaply. The local libraries, both private ones – because I don’t know the National Library yet – are quite extraordinary. I arrived sick, and yesterday I recovered after reading the catalogue of Vienacher’s reading room.
[‘Listy’ by S. Brzozowski, vol. 1, p. 375]
Shortly afterwards he added: ‘And Italy! What kind of culture is this? I have a whole range of characters. For which I could fight to the death – Machiavelli, Mazzini, Pisacane, Campanella and Vico, above all Vico’ (Listy, vol. 1, p. 393). Less than a year later, his fascination with the cultural wealth surrounding him came into increasingly drastic collision with the mundane calculation of deficiencies that make a decent existence difficult. In a letter to his friend Rafał Buber on 11 June 1908, Brzozowski wrote:
The apartment we live in is impossible: there are no blinds, and the sun burns all day long. No kitchen. You have to eat at soup kitchens. We already have a new apartment, but we have to pay in advance, and here we have to pay 2.5 francs a day for the past 2 weeks. If I had 100 francs today, I could move out, but in a week I would need 150. Połoniecki started printing ‘Flames’ again – maybe he would agree to give 100 crowns. At the same time, sell books for at least 30-40, just to move out. At home, if we have a kitchen, at least we won’t kill the child by poisoning her with public kitchen life.
[‘Listy’, vol. 1, p. 602]
Therefore, it was not the abundance of the library but the simple availability of a kitchen that determined the quality of his Florentine experience. The history of an outstanding mind is then recorded both in the boldest and most ambitious writing projects, scrupulously recorded in letters, but also in the Memoir and in the desperate calculation of everyday shortcomings. However, adversities did not eliminate true spiritual longings: