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.
1500 pages of memorable
resonances between the perceptions, emotions, thoughts, gestures and
stories of the various characters. And actually, Nádas says little more
beyond the structural beauty of parallels. Yet this is how he comes to
include so much about the Hungarian and European history of the 20th
century, about our culture and, within that, our most neuralgic regional
characteristics, our physical, psychological and social compulsions.
What he does not offer is an overarching ideology, an ideal to grant
"Eating disorders and the Soviet Union—maybe they seem like very
different subjects, and first I was hesitating how it would work. But
then I thought this was a way to get very different readers." - An interview with Finnish writer Sofi Oksanen.
In the end just a single figure was still paddling around in the
gleaming water. It was a handsome man, elegant as a Venetian amoroso: a
haughty profile, sternly gazing fiery eyes, a dark green silk cravat
round his neck—those were what were caressed by fading light. Around him
the fabulous landscape: sky, water, clouds, mundane visual delights...