Ervin Lázár is the creator of a genre we may safely call
Central European folk surrealism, which takes on the quality of a
hallucinatory exploration into that part of the soul where beauty, hope,
and yearning live in close proximity with the harsh realities of life.
It may well be that (some) Hungarian critics regard Budapest Noir the first truly “noir” Hungarian thriller, but I wouldn’t go quite that
far. It is not a James Ellroy, more something in the older mould:
Maigret, say, or Perry Mason, at most a Philip Marlowe, say, but none
the worse for that.
"Even if you have an apartment and a livelihood, homelessness is still a major, characteristic symptom of our times. One can be
homeless spiritually, too, if they can’t find their place
in the world. For this reason I
have felt closely acquainted with people who are homeless."
"Death of an Athlete" is a 1961 novel by Miklós Mészöly, one of the most significant prose masters of Hungarian literature of the second half of the 20th century. The novel was first published in French in 1965 and was translated into many languages. The following excerpts are from the first edition of the novel in English translation, to be published soon by Bluecoat Press.
Nowadays things have got to a point where authors who cannot perform something special are not even invited to events anymore. Should writers be performing artists as well, or is it enough if they write good books, poet-novelist Orsolya Karafiáth asks.