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.
The intellectual and the sensual, the bare and the abundant, are contained together in Szentkuthy’s words in a single modality of meditative attentiveness; a readiness to absorb, observe, but never to taxonomize.
"...our definition of literary genres is in serious need of revision." – Basque author Julia Otxoa and Spanish writer Eugenio Fuentes were invited as guest authors to Budapest’s 16th Book Festival. We asked them about their own as well as each other's work.
I look like someone who was born in a sewer and never crawled out. Journalist? Film critic? What a laugh. No one in the neighborhood believed it. I wouldn’t have believed either. No dignity, no pride. Just a filthy animal who’ll rob anyone with their back turned.
After a certain number of performances, a production takes on a life of its own, and the critic is unable to review it as an isolated night of entertainment. It has become a continuum, an institution, evolving over time as a living creature would. Such is the case with Zoltán Egressy's two plays.