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.
Once upon a time, there was a city. Dirty-faced kids played rounders on empty building sites. Night watchmen called bakter roamed the streets after sundown, cabs and carriages drove on the left in the avenues.
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.