A classic of Hungarian literature, this novel tells the story of a peasant Don Juan and leader of a village who, torn between the torpid bliss of his home life and a seething quest for prosperity, follows his urge to break the bonds of his low social status.
In circles where the knowledge and repetition of certain Jewish jokes and the strict tabooing of others means a ritual reinforcing of community, irrespective of the participants’ identity, you can in effect tell any kind of Gypsy jokes without the risk of scandalizing anyone.
While looking for the image hidden within his being, the grandson of prince Genji, a highly sensitive, fragile and strikingly beautiful young man, arrives in the deserted outskirts of the southern district of Kyoto. - A review on Krasznahorkai's "From the North a Mountain, from the South a Lake, from the West some Roads, from the East a River"
Giving form to our ultimate abstractions, ultimate desires, notions that transcend our imagination. Just like the eternal agony of art to find a form for the incomprehensible. What kind of form? A human form. Limited rather than boundless; personal rather than infinite; fragile and mortal.
“Towards the One & Only Metaphor” begins with Szentkuthy stating that he can take nothing else as his introductory precept or desire but “the aim of wild, absolute imitation.” What, then, we are compelled to ask, is being imitated?
The mixture of fantastical elements and the ordinary events of a small village makes the prose of Margit Halász a true gem of magical realism. "Singing River" proves that the provincial milieu can indeed be a contemporary and actual topic in 21st century fiction.
Eminent translator of Hungarian literature Peter Zollman died on Tuesday. Zollman did much to introduce Hungarian poetry to a wider readership through his renditions into English of many hundreds of poems by classic and contemporary Hungarian poets, with a high fidelity to form and to content.
In this fast-flowing tale, we are whisked back in time to the magical beginnings of the village, back to Adam and Eve’s very age of innocence. Slowly we realise that time may sprint ahead, but the human heart and soul can’t keep pace.