It is not the extraordinary events of an extraordinary age that make Andrea Tompa’s novel a really good piece of writing. No doubt it is easier to work with first-class material and the life of Kolozsvár (Cluj, Romania) before 1989 is excellent subject matter (while from almost every other point of view it was, of course, a disaster).
"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."
For a long time now Szabados wanted a bigger apartment so the children
could have separate rooms, but he could never manage it, and now it was
too late, he’ll just have to accept it. His dreams had come to naught.
And so have lots of other things.
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.