In prose, especially fiction, Arte Povera is a tough style to sell. Iván Mándy’s late work, quintessentialized by the novella Left Behind, shares qualities with not only Arte Povera but also with the beatup Baluch nomad prayer rug you hang on your wall after giving it a good wash and overcasting its edges with brown wool. Treasures found in the dust, dusted off, begin to shine in the thoughtful beholder’s eye.
"We are in hell. And now comes the intrigue. I try to rummage through the souls, I try my best, straining; I want to understand them but it doesn’t work. They are strangers. Already, everyone has disappeared, the stains are gone, the main actors are nowhere to be seen, and if I were to take a photograph of the crime scene, it would reveal nothing of what had happened there. Did anything actually happen?"
World Theatre Day, which this year will be officially celebrated on
Sunday March 27th, is to be marked in Budapest one day in advance by a
performance due to be broadcast at 20:04 hrs on Hungarian Radio 1 of an
extract from a new piece based on real and imaginary writings by Kafka
that is taking shape under the
overall guidance of its original conceiver, Tibor Szemző.