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.
An accurate enough version of a contemporary, disillusioned Hungarian zeitgeist, this novel is an uncompromising rebellion against consumerism, bourgeois values, and ultimately, all the banalities of social norms and interpersonal Catch-22’s.
"It's only later that I learn the best. A droplet from everybody's sample is meant to be put in a spider. I was also injected into a spider and they were waiting to see what web it was going to weave. What web my spider was going to weave. If it was going to be nice and orderly, then my conscience is not broken, if jumbled, well then, unfortunately, it is broken, then I'm schizophrenic. "