Already for a decade now, with the everyday normalization of internet usage, and the dynamic cohabitation of the “digital natives,” “digital immigrants,” and (for a lack of better term) “outsiders,” the literary scene goes full spectrum, with various examples in between.
To me, the shouting Nazis staging their brutal raids on civilian shelters hunting for Jews in hiding, like me, appeared as dumb, cruel, homicidal monsters pretty low on my scale of threats, after the continuous aerial bombardment, the ubiquitous disease-carrying vermin and the contaminated drinking-water supply that got me in the end.
He is among our most Hungarian and most universal writers at the same time: he made the Great Hungarian Plain a metaphor of the world, in order to demonstrate that the whole Creation resides behind God's back now―where it has possibly been from the very start.
László Krasznahorkai was announced last night as the winner of the sixth Man Booker International Prize at an award ceremony at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London. Krasznahorkai was chosen from a list of ten eminent contenders from around the world.
Kjell Westö (1961), who belongs to Finland's Swedish minority, won the Finlandia Prize for his grand novel on Finnish history from 1906 to World War II, and the Nordic Council Literature Prize for his recent novel that takes place just before World War II. Writer Noémi Szécsi interviewed Westö at the Budapest Book Festival in April 2015.
I was always fascinated by the legends of Budapest – this city is my permanent muse. However traumatized and injured it is, however moody its inhabitants are these days, I love Budapest dearly, and I think it would be impossible for me to ever leave it.