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.
"Ernő Szép was and is an important, noble, peculiar and outstanding
figure of 20th century world poetry." "It would be stupid and senseless
to measure in years or decades. Very early on, Ernő Szép already had his
own, so to say, zen mind and zen voice... his own koan and haiku style."
In 1996 I visited Hungary for the first time in 18 years. I came from New York with my laptop and a thoroughly Americanized mind. I found the country completely different from the grey death camp I left almost two decades ago. It was now a bursting, yet somehow utterly depressed and depressing Balkan bazaar, a kind of Mad Max land in King Ubu’s empire, where most people I met were in a bad mood.