A posthumous work by the recently rediscovered Szilárd Rubin, this documentary novel tries to investigate a mysterious case of serial murder, committed in the 1950s by a 20-year-old woman in a small Hungarian town.
While the purist may fault this translation for departing from the form of the original by failure to
rhyme and cropping a syllable, others will surely complain that a mere male is too reckless for
words in attempting, even at second-hand, an account of female sexuality.
To combat the view of Hungarians as gloomy and serious, we will now recommend a few Hungarian books that you can actually read on the beach or on the terrace, while sipping wine and enjoying the summer.