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.
The long list of the IMPAC Dublin Literary Award for 2008 has been announced. Péter Nádas' Own Death, an account of the writer's heart attack, with a hundred and sixty photos of one single tree taken by the author, is among the 137 books nominated by libraries the world over. – Zsófia Bán's review.
Literary historian Thomas Cooper talks to Imre Kertész in this new
volume published in the Seagull Books series of The University of
Chicago Press. An excerpt from the interview and Cooper's fine
introductory essay, published here by courtesy of the publisher.
"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 common with most British schoolchildren, I didn't receive much grounding in Hungarian literature. Even when, in my teenage years, I started exploring the literature of other (and in those days Hungary was particularly 'other') European cultures, Hungary was conspicuous by its absence.