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.
If the voice strikes one at first as a bit faux-naif or affected, sentimental even, that is vastly to underestimate what Szép patently stands for.—Tim Wilkinson's literary ramble from Kertész to Joyce and Cummings via Tandori, Calderón and others a propos of a thin book of sketches from the 1920s by Ernő Szép.
"Politics is important, but it is not the most important thing in life. But since we can only skirt around the really important things, we tend to choose something that is less important but still important enough, and give our lives to it."
"I am deadly insulted. I only look like people. This chap here who breathes in and out past my lips, he is no work of mine. I have no idea what I have to do with the whole composition. Where is my own special programme, my individual taste, my fantasy and my interest? This me? Any bellboy has the right to look like me. I have been settled. I am deeply ashamed. Me, me, me."
Edith talks to herself about the way the delta discharges into the Black
Sea and the river is finally let go. There is no gripping at it, no dry
land anywhere; the Danube is able to breathe again. There is shooting, Edith topples into the Danube. Slowly, the
way she had learned by eye in the mirror, the body splashing with a
subdued plop into the Danube, with blood oozing profusely into the