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Dezső Kosztolányi

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Born January 1, 1885
Died January 1, 1936 (51 years old)
Subotica, Hungary
Also known as: Dezs Kosztolányi, Dezső Kosztolányi
4 books
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Pacsirta

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"An acknowledged masterpiece of twentieth-century Hungarian fiction, Dezso Kosztolanyi's Skylark is a classic portrait of provincial life in the Austro-Hungarian monarchy at the turn of the century. Set in the autumn of 1899, it focuses on one extraordinary week in the otherwise uneventful lives of an elderly Hungarian couple."--BOOK JACKET. "Their ugly spinster daughter - nicknamed Skylark - has left them for an unprecedented holiday with relatives in the country. At first the couple, whose entire existence revolves around their daughter, are devastated by her absence. Slowly, however, they rediscover the delights and diversions of small-town society life. Accustomed to a dull, reclusive existence with Skylark, of whom they are secretly ashamed, their awakening is masterfully described against the vivid background of the bustling fin-de-siecle town and its memorable characters. Finally they are forced to confront the disturbing truth: their daughter is a burden and has deprived them of all the pleasures of life. Their outward expression of affection conceals a smouldering resentment. When Skylark's train home is delayed, her father even hopes for the worst."--BOOK JACKET. "In this beautifully written tale - introduced here by one of Hungary's most exciting contemporary novelists - Kosztolanyi turns family sentiment on its head with an irony that is as telling now as it was nearly seventy years ago."--BOOK JACKET.

Kornél Esti

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Crazy, funny and gorgeously dark, The Adventures of Kornel Esti sets into rollicking action a series of adventures about a man and his wicked doppleganger, who breathes every forbidden idea of his childhood into his ear, and then reappears decades later. Part Gogol, part Chekhov, and all brilliance, Kosztolanyi in his final book serves up his most magical, radical, and intoxicating work. Here is a novel which inquires: What if your id (loyally keeping your name) decides to strike out on its own, cuts a disreputable swath through the world, and then sends home to you all its unpaid bills and ruined maidens? And then: What if you and your alter ego decide to write a book together?