Márai’s oeuvre was shaken out of its coma after 1989, when his works were first published in Hungary, then later went on to reach international success. By leaving Hungary in 1948, he made a decision that proved to be fateful from the point of view of his oeuvre’s future in his native land; at the same time, it was a natural extension of an exile intended to be a symbolically powerful, moral reminder.
"Curiosity in my view is a moral virtue, a curious person is a better person than those who are not curious." – Dóra Szekeres talked to Amos Oz, the Guest of Honour of this year's Budapest Book Festival.
"'Homeless,' she reported, 'three homeless individuals of unknown provenance.' 'So what, sweetheart,' a vexed yet liquid voice replied. 'So what?' 'But, I wish to report... the point is, they're more or less the size of the Embassy, or the whatchamacallit next door.'"
But what became of the Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani,
my friend... what of your mouth odour and evil thoughts, the acrimony of your
chastity, dear chap, caro mio Giorgio; what became of the precious
desire for vengeance; what kinds of insects did the Creator pluck out
from that?—that is something a Hungarian is curious about.