I used this post title before, but I've run dry on titles, so here it is again. I feel a bit guilty, yes.
This will probably be the last post for a few weeks -- surgery's Thursday, and the week will be sufficiently busy that I probably won't be home much. So, see you in a bit. (I reserve the right to take time out for a post if breaking news happens, like Tomáš Klouček scoring a goal.)
#6 -- "Embers" by Sandor Marai
This is one of the books off Tibor Fischer's Eastern European reading list, mentioned last year -- I only now realized that the list is from 2003, rather than being something relatively new. My first thought was that this seemed more like a French novel than a Hungarian one, the second that I've read very few French novels and no Hungarian novels, so how would I know?
It's an intense, tightly-wound little book, two old men meeting up after forty years apart for a final reckoning on the incident that ended their friendship. Frequently beautiful and I read the last 2/3 in one sitting, not something I do a lot any more. There's a few more Marai books translated into English and this was good enough to get me to seek out some more.
Be seeing you!