In 1944 Pilinszky was called up to the
Hungarian army and soon afterwards evacuated with his unit to Germany.
He never saw action, but in a Germany on the verge of defeat he
witnessed apocalyptic scenes. "The French Prisoner" is a testimony to those experiences. - George Gömöri's and Clive Wilmer's choice.
Originally published in 1985 and republished in 2010 to great critical acclaim, Szilárd Rubin's "Roman Numeral One" is a poetic recollection of an impossible love story between a middle-aged writer who "has grown old but has never managed to grow up", and an enigmatic, fiercely independent and frivolous dentist called Piroska.
No, my friends, heaven is not ocean-sized. It’s smaller. Significantly
smaller. It’s the seaside I saw, and on the seaside a curtsying willow,
and under that willow, a family.
Oh, the family, we teetered, how utterly romantic, the smallest
social unit, ha-ha!, the mainstay of the government’s concerns, he-he!
No, we were not satisfied with Creation. Hold your horses, Esti waved as
if he were our brother, the nincompoop.
"These poems, inspired by paintings, are in no way interpretations of paintings. They are, rather, interpretations of existence, like the poem about Boudin. Nothing happens; the wind lifts a scarf, that sort of thing. But in the meantime there is a whole drama about the meaning of life. How free are we? To what extent are the unhappy guilty?" (Extract from an interview with Péter Kántor)
It’s not a bad idea for a man to get admitted to hospital a couple of
days before a revolution breaks out, stay in until it’s been quashed and
recuperate quietly at home during the ensuing purge. This way, fate
saves him from making bad decisions at critical moments. In fact, it
prevents him from making any kind of decisions at all...