The 37th Hungarian Film Week takes place in Budapest between 30 January and 7 February 2006. The opening ceremony kicked off last night with the screening of a new film by István Szabó, director of Hungary’s only Oscar winning feature film Mephisto.
"'You’re like a god,' Lajos Herda patted him on the back, then began explaining that there are these rocks on the belt, the way there are people on the earth, and Géza sits above it, the way God sits in heaven, and that, as a matter of fact, he, Géza, is the god of the rocks."
A new volume of essays drawn from 20th century Hungarian literature has been published in Holland by Van Gennep Publishing. The collection of essays entitled From Sándor Márai to Magda Szabó is already at the top of bestseller lists in Groningen.
The long list for this year’s Independent Foreign Fiction Prize, the major English award for foreign fiction, has been announced. The titles in contention include two books by Hungarian authors: Imre Kertész’s Fatelessness and Magda Szabó’s The Door.
22 January is the anniversary of the birth of the Hungarian national anthem, written in 1823 by poet Ferenc Kölcsey. This date is celebrated as the Day of Hungarian Culture, in Hungary as well as abroad. Hungarian cultural institutes around the world are preparing special events to commemorate the day.
1500 pages of memorable resonances between the perceptions, emotions, thoughts, gestures and stories of the various characters. And actually, Nádas says little more beyond the structural beauty of parallels. Yet this is how he comes to include so much about the Hungarian and European history of the 20th century, about our culture and, within that, our most neuralgic regional characteristics, our physical, psychological and social compulsions. What he does not offer is an overarching ideology, an ideal to grant cohesion.
"Running an eye over the regions of our own era, controlled and enmeshed as they are in so many different ways, the sight of disintegrated or as yet unconsolidated terror states prompts us, time and time again, to ask: at what moment do age-old agencies encounter the personal names that suddenly spring to the surface?"