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 very first of Végel’s novels was highly influential among young
writers in Hungary, being perceived as relating to all things 'hip' and
being seen as the first Hungarian 'beat' novel. "Memoirs of a Macro" reminds one of the true
spiritual fathers of the Beats like Henry Miller.
Overwhelming; gut-wrenching; the most significant Hungarian novel of the year, of the decade―Szilárd Borbély’s Have-Nothings, a powerful novel about soul-wracking poverty in a Hungarian village in the 1960s and 70s, has earned such and similar praise.
No, my friends, heaven is not ocean-sized. It’s smaller. Significantly
smaller. It’s the seaside I saw, and on the seaside a curtsying willow,
and under that willow, a family.
Oh, the family, we teetered, how utterly romantic, the smallest
social unit, ha-ha!, the mainstay of the government’s concerns, he-he!
No, we were not satisfied with Creation. Hold your horses, Esti waved as
if he were our brother, the nincompoop.
She’s not coming, the Buda camera said. She ought to be there, said
the Pest end. Another tomfoolery of yours, said Buda. It’s not, honest!
Like hell it isn’t, the Buda end fumed. Days and weeks went by but the
girl never entered the eyes of the Buda camera.