When renowned film director Péter Gárdos wrote the story, he intended it as a film script, but eventually he made it into a novel. “Fever at Dawn,” the love story of two Holocaust survivors―the author’s parents―has ever since sold in more than 20 territories.
As well as addressing the most frequently discussed questions of the present age (physical mobility, the radical expansion of information), Seiobo also brings up a question once heavily debated but now conspicuous for its relative absence: what does it mean to be "cultured"?
"The good is now closed, flooded by the Danube. A dragon sails across it, an ant makes its way on a barge. Yet whether by water or by road, neither of them knows. The water wants only the good. And now wants it very much."
In the first half of the 1960s, when I was born, and in the second half of the decade, when my memories begin, the village was entering the final phases of its narrative, bitter, sad, already less idyllic, weighted down by strains. The deep fissure, however, was not drawn between the village and the world outside the village, but within the village itself.