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.
Are they composed confessions meant for publication, or extremely personal, intimate details from a famous writer suffering from a fatal disease? It matters whether we’re receivers or voyeurs in this story. - A review of the late Péter Esterházy's Pancreatic Journal by Kinga Forgách
One of the most acclaimed representatives of francophone literature,
Agota Kristof was awarded the most prestigious Hungarian state prize. When she
visited Hungary last year, she thought she would never come back again,
but now she came to take the award. We talked to Agota Kristof in Budapest.
Will I visit your grave? Is there anything there? If there is, it must be, I believe, something utterly different from what is engraved upon the headstone: may the deceased be tied to the bonds of eternal life. Rather this: totus homo fit excrementum. As all else in self-loathing, you hurried this up, making it happen while you were still alive.