... He quickly threw himself on a light summer jacket, found himself on the street in front of the house, not remembering the way there, waited with his back to the street, now and then listening over his shoulders to see if she was coming by yet, let her pass him on the other side of the street and joined the progress of the fiery, red-haired dream woman who had become reality at the same speed. He was reminded of his youth, of the history lessons he loved so much in school, of all the books that showed him so many other worlds, that accompanied him through all the centuries. He was reminded of the witchcraft in the Middle Ages. He drifted over cobblestones, past handicraft houses, through streets and alleys, he drifted past squares, drifted with many hundreds of other people through the bad and also through the good residential areas, past the town hall, bawling, cursing, shouting curses, some God asking for help. The blood of the masses boiled, the ground trembled under the stamping of so many. The greed to kill became palatable, the dry air did its part, the thirst for warm blood, for twitching limbs, for innards was awakened, seized everyone, heated the masses, let them and Ralf drift faster towards the dark smoke , the smell of fire, burned wood, the pyre in the square in front of the church ...
Opinions
I see, Brain gamespromises to be a very nice book. The novellas collected prove that your style has become much more mature. The influence of Franz Kafka is also obvious. And that's why I think you had a very difficult life and you don't have it easy today either. Having talent is an extraordinary matter and it also requires extremely sensitive nerves. And having that is not an enviable thing. Actually, I always have some regrets for writers. Katalyn Rayman, Head of "NAGYVILAG" magazine for world literature, Budapest
Excellent. In my opinion the best (of the three present stories). Good course of action, the dreary, small-town atmosphere, the life situation can be felt in varied formulations and images ... I like the scout. Until the end it is left open what also leads back to the title. Kafka actually came to my mind right from the start. Zsolt Bicskei, author and translator
The novellasLola,Blood red pipedandThe scoutwere written by one of the world's best-known Hungarian writers, Dezső Tanderi (born 1938), who is also the winner of the Kossuth Prize. The texts were published in the magazine for world literature published in Budapest.