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.
The quality of Ádám Bodor's humour is akin to the hardly perceptible smile of a
Buddhist—as it appears on the smeary face of Eastern Europe. And it can
turn into the grimace of horror in any given moment.
Elina Hirvonen, a Finnish writer and filmmaker visited Budapest on the occasion of the
publication of her second novel in Hungarian.
We talked to her about Africa, motherhood, and the link between suffering and strength.
Sándor Tar's prose is considered by the many as the best depiction of
the human cost of the years just following the change in regime of 1989.
His best known collection of short stories which most critics and
readers consider a novel, Our Street (1995), presents the lives of people living in a street at the far end of a small town.
Now they had been released, and they were impudently happy, being on the
point of shouting ‘Long live the Tsar!’ or ‘Long live the First
Secretary!’ (or the Regent, or the chief shaman of the Hungarians), but
fortunately for them they did not shout any of these things—they
instinctively had more taste. Not to mention the four harsh years of
their jail sentences, though admittedly those had ended.