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.
Fehér’s novel contains all of the elements characteristic of Hungarian society and culture at the time of the regime change. What emerges is the often-mentioned image of a cobbled-together Hungary, complete with a motley, lurching collection of objects and people.
Sándor Weöres wrote
many poems for children, and many more that sound like children's poems
but are equally appreciated by adults, like the one above, absurd and
nonsensical, playful and innocent in tone, yet deadly serious.
She’s not coming, the Buda camera said. She ought to be there, said
the Pest end. Another tomfoolery of yours, said Buda. It’s not, honest!
Like hell it isn’t, the Buda end fumed. Days and weeks went by but the
girl never entered the eyes of the Buda camera.