Radko Pytlik calls Jaroslav Hašek this in his book about him. If the focus of this blog is on Czech gems, the unique relationship between beer and literature, which is characteristic of the Czechs alone, then Hašek and his writings are indispensable. The Prague bohemian world, of which the writer became one legendary figure, was never too proper. Alongside jokes told in the beer mugs of small pubs, there is something coarse and bitter in his musings. Famous Prague bohemians such as Franz Kafka, Stanislav Kostka Neumann, Max Brod, and Frantisek Langer enjoy and admire the deeds of the anarchist Hašek. Hašek is featured in numerous disturbances, bar fights, and practical jokes played on police and bourgeois citizens. In one police record, it is written, "Jaroslav Hašek, writer, without religion, has no registered residence and was found in a state of complete drunkenness..."
When they try to fine him for a fight, it turns out to be impossible because he is "completely penniless."
Svejk, this brilliant fool, made Hašek immortal, as if he did nothing for his own survival. What must this Prague bohemian, who made a mockery of his own life, have been like in reality? His life, from which he also made fun, was quite miserable. Was self-destruction, which led the writer to his death before the age of forty, not an escape from bitter reality?