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.
All Szvoren’s characters are vibrating with sensitivity - they notice all the little things, they have heads full of thoughts and hearts heavy with feeling. – Edina Szvoren’s latest collection of short stories, The Best Executioner in the Land, published by Magvető, reviewed by Sara Zorandy.
In Budapest no literate person can grow up without some sense of the Krúdy mystique that still hovers in the air, and harks back to the latter-day, "peacetime" splendors of the Monarchy that evaporated, along with so very much else, around 1918.
"GYŐZŐ: Pest, the big smoke, is full of labouring proles, / Juicy with gossip about us on the hill. / Down there the streets are cordoned off. Cops know / They need not cordon streets off up in Buda.
KÁLMÁN: I’m faintly aware of a sickening distant buzz: / Here we go again: they’re burning cars. / Here we go again: uproot that call-box. / Here we go again: the piercing sirens. / Here we go again: streets full of teargas."
Nowadays things have got to a point where authors who cannot perform something special are not even invited to events anymore. Should writers be performing artists as well, or is it enough if they write good books, poet-novelist Orsolya Karafiáth asks.