Zsófia Bán’s first prose work, Night School, is being translated by Jim Tucker for upcoming publication in the US. It’s rather an unusual work, defined by its dark humour an
When the Ginns get mother, anything is possible. I was with my dad at grandma’s once, just to give you an example, and we’re having dinner and the phone rings and it’s Mother
Poetry is a form of inner exile, the poet Péter Závada recently told me. We were talking about his first two collections of poems, Ahol Megszakad [“Where it Breaks”]
The Joke’s on Us In my first column here, I wrote about the theme of unhappy childhoods in contemporary Hungarian literature, focussing on three books: Szilárd Borbély’s The
It seems to me that there’s a theme in recent Hungarian literature, the literature of writers who grew up mainly in the seventies, and that is the theme of the unhappy child. Act
