Category: VOLUME IV, No. 1

ROAD TO LINCOLN – FROM MY GRANDFATHER’S HAYLOFT

The short and simple annals of the poor. Thomas Gray The bittersweet days of my youth – its trials, its joys, its adventures –, though never forgotten, came to an end one September morning when Grandma Anna Minczer announced: “You are going to school”. Oh as I was young, I

A NOTE ON TRANSLATING FERENC JUHÁSZ’S THE BIOGRAPHY OF A WOMAN

In June 1986, Caryl Eshleman and I were invited to spend a month in Hungary by the NYC Soros Foundation. The idea of the visit, as well as contact with the Foundation, originated in 1985 with our friend Gyula Kodolányi, whom we had met while he was a Fulbright Fellow

THE BIOGRAPHY OF A WOMAN

She bore three sons. Has two sons. Was twenty-five when she buried the third. Then, the children were givenchocolate milk. .For breakfast! Chocolate milk and crescent rolls. Sunday. The man did not drink wine. He drank onion tea from a white porcelainmug. A mug of red onion water. This was

‘I LOVE CARVING MY WAY IN STONE’

MI: To have a retrospective outside of the country is a great opportunity for a Hungarian artist based in Hungary. Last September and October you had such an opportunity in the northern Italian town of Varese. How many works and from what period did you exhibit? Where exactly did you place

CROSSED OUT WINDOWS – A SERIES OF PAINTINGS BY ZSIGMOND KÁROLYI

Cast your eyes over these. I left all of them unfinished. When they least wanted to be unfinished. György Petri: Pride In the second half of the 1980s lots of things in Hungary simply became impossible to continue. Of all the changes, the so-called change in political system was the most overrated.