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.
Accurate, succinct, and at the same time rich in detail, a shrewd but not cold analysis, elegant, distant, but not dispassionate, ironic, but not sarcastic – this portrait, and part autobiography, is a triumph of proportion and good taste. But most of all it is touching. And beautiful.
How do Croatian writers relate to the traumas of the recent past – the Yugoslav war, the decades of communism and World War II? We talked to Bosnian Croatian writer Miljenko Jergovic, author of Sarajevo Marlboro, a novel which presents the city under the siege.
If you are yearning for the kind of catharsis that raises gooseflesh, then read The Splendours of Death by Szilárd Borbély. Be forewarned, however, as you are about to encounter one of the most staggering volumes to appear in recent decades. In suggestive verses of hypnotic strength, the poet erects a monument to a mother: a mother who became the victim of a savage murder.