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.
Penguin Modern Classics has just released Faludy’s autobiography My Happy Days in Hell, an
elegant tale celebrating the triumph of the human spirit. The book was
first published in English in London in 1962, anticipating Alexander
Solzhenitsin's Gulag Archipelago by more than a decade. It covers
a morally confusing period when many otherwise decent souls were driven
into the arms of Communism by their outrage at the initial triumph of
murderous Nazi tyranny.
"The best thing would be if you say you got AIDS, because then you’ll automatically be granted refuge status on medical grounds. But for that you need the virus, too. Lucky for you, you went with an old pro like me. For another twenty percent I can take care of that for you, too."
The nationalist opposition was all over the media in an instant, declaring themselves to have been right all along in warning the voters throughout the election campaign that a secret network of ex-Communist, international bankers who are totally insensitive to the problems of the average Hungarian would take over the country if people elected a Socialist government.