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.
Borbély's The Splendours of Death examines the author's personal tragedy through three of the most deeply ingrained narratives of the separation of the soul from the body in the European mind: the Christian tale of the martyrdom of Jesus, the Hellenic legend of Amor and Psyche, and Hassidic parables and Jewish prayers.
"I am not a pessimistic guy. If I was pessimistic, I would never even have started to make films. I hope that these films will be watched in twenty, thirty or forty years, and I think this is as optimistic as you can get in today’s world."
"What he actually asked was, should I get
rid of the corpse all by myself, or are you going to lend me a hand? And
I said, I'm sorry, forget it, no way, do it yourself. Just because you
fucked me into this world is no reason I should do your dirty work for
you. Not now. Or ever."
Spotless collars, handkerchiefs white as snow gleam around Emerenc
Szeredás; no sick person remains untended, no street unswept. Yet in the
world of consolidating socialism of the Hungary of the 1960s, the
harshness and strange lifestyle of this ex-servant somehow seems
irritating and inscrutable.