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Category: VOLUME II, No. 3

KILLING ME SOFTLY

A Memoir of Bosnia, on the Eve of War Roberta Flack was singing, “Killing me softly,” in the lobby of the Hotel Bosna in Banja Luka when I arrived. “Strumming my pain with his fingers/ singing my life with his words/ killing me softly with his song…” Bosnia in the

A GERMAN HISTORY REINTERPRETED

Lucian Boia: Tragedia Germaniei 1914–1945 [The Tragedy of Germany 1914–1945]. Humanitas, Bucharest, 2010. 142 p. For some years now, historians have been seeking new ways to interpret Germany’s 20th century history. In the 1960’s, the “Sonderweg” theory seemed unassailable. Its thesis: that Hitler and Auschwitz were the logical and necessary product of

HERTA MÜLLER: DEPICTIONS OF DISPLACEMENT

When Herta Müller was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature in 2009 the Nobel Foundation praised her for her power to depict “the landscape of the dispossessed.” Considering the role the Nobel Prize plays in the formation of a canon of world literature, it is perhaps not surprising that the

POEMS

If someone asks I have at hand a view and at home another two in me sleep the flies I can get homesick too sometimes the heartshit this white beating like Jasmine this time I won’t go there for On the tour boat last time I sat by an old

CYCLES IN THE LIFE OF BUDAPEST SECESSION BUILDINGS – A PLEA

I first came to Budapest in February 1991. As an ardent student of architecture and design in the period 1880–1914, I used the little free time I had to study those secession buildings I already knew something about. The information I came with was minimal in those pre-internet days, when

ILDIKÓ VÁRNAGY: A BOOK ON THE SCULPTOR OF THE ABSOLUTE PRESENCE OF BEING

78,000 characters equals sixty-two typewritten pages according to the old standard. An obsolete standard. No counting by standardized pages anymore, neither little nor big. But the detailed data of a sculptor’s career, sixty-two typewritten pages worth, have finally been recorded on the last pages of Ildikó Várnagy’s album, a veritable