László Krasznahorkai's new novel, Baron Wenckheim's Return brings together his whole life's work, is both apocalypse and carnival, sensitive satire, drama, and tragic conclusion in which everyone will find what they're looking for.
We know shockingly little about the temporary and troubled period following the Second World War – most often we project onto it what we know of the later decades; and our notion of our knowledge (or ignorance) of the Holocaust is the perfect example. A review of Závada's latest novel by Teri Szűcs
Dezső Kosztolányi, the self-styled homo estheticus, was one of the great men of Hungarian letters in the first half of the twentieth century. Little of his poetry has been translated because of its technical ingenuity, but anything by him is ipso facto worthy of attention.