Esterházy’s talent goes way beyond postmodernist textual plays and is indeed capable of shedding light into the unknown nooks and corners of the human soul, the dwelling-place of trivial yet mysterious things like the relationship of mother and son, the metaphysics of rooting or the freedom of fiction against the tyranny of facts.
Agota Kristof (70) paid a brief visit to Budapest for the first time after four years. This time, she was participating in the 'Exile' programme focussing on emigrant authors from Eastern Europe. Agota Kristof arrived in Neuchâtel as a refugee in 1956 with her husband and young baby, and she has lived there ever since.
"Not that I have any knowledge of what evil is, not at all, / I haven’t a clue about the way the oak leaves are stuck in its flesh, / the way rough strings are looped around its hind legs and it is hung / on the rotten roof-beam of the shed dug deep in the ground, / it could be the corpse of a dog, a rabbit, or a fox, I can’t tell"