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.
Perhaps in a language as enchantingly beautiful—fully admitting to an
extreme bias in this case—as Hungarian, it should come as no surprise
that poets are forever compiling lists of the ten most beautiful words.