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Sunflower (New York Review Books Classics) [Formato Kindle]

Gyula Krudy , John Lukacs , John Batki

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Gyula Krúdy is a marvelous writer who haunted the taverns of Budapest and lived on its streets while turning out a series of mesmerizing, revelatory novels that are among the masterpieces of modern literature. Krúdy conjures up a world that is entirely his own—dreamy, macabre, comic, and erotic—where urbane sophistication can erupt without warning into passion and madness.

In Sunflower young Eveline leaves the city and returns to her country estate to escape the memory of her desperate love for the unscrupulous charmer Kálmán. There she encounters the melancholy Álmos-Dreamer, who is languishing for love of her, and is visited by the bizarre and beautiful Miss Maszkerádi, a woman who is a force of nature. The plot twists and turns; elemental myth mingles with sheer farce: Krúdy brilliantly illuminates the shifting contours and acid colors of the landscape of desire.

John Bátki’s outstanding translation of Sunflower is the perfect introduction to the world of Gyula Krúdy, a genius as singular as Robert Walser, Bruno Schulz, or Joseph Roth.

L'autore

Gyula Krúdy (1878-1933) was born in Nyíregyháza in northeastern Hungary. His mother had been a maid for the aristocratic Krúdy family, and she and his father, a lawyer, did not marry until Gyula was seventeen. Krúdy began writing short stories and publishing brief newspaper pieces while still in his teens. Rebelling against his father's wish that he become a lawyer, he worked as a newspaper editor for several years before moving to Budapest. Disinherited, Krúdy supported himself, his wife (a writer known as Satanella), and their children by publishing two collections of short stories, found success with the publication of Sinbad's Youth in 1911. Sinbad, a ghostly lover who has only his name in common with the hero from the Arabian Nights, became a signature character and figured in stories written throughout Krúdy's life. Krúdy's novels about contemporary Budapest proved popular during the turbulent years of the First World War and the Hungarian Revolution, but his incessant drinking, gambling, and philandering left him broke and led to the dissolution of this first marriage. During the late 1920s and early 1930s, Krúdy suffered from declining health and a diminishing readership, even as he was awarded Hungary's most prestigious literary award, the Baumgarten Prize. Forgotten in the years after his death, Krúdy was rediscovered in 1940, when Sándor Márai published Sinbad Comes Home, a fictionalized account of Krúdy's last day. The success of the book led to a revival of Krúdy's works and to his recognition as one of the greatest Hungarian writers.

John Lukacs was born in Budapest in 1924. He has written twenty-five works of history and criticism, including Budapest 1900: A Historical Portrait of a City and It's Culture; Historical Consciousness: Or, The Remembered Past; The Duel: The Eighty-Day Struggle Between Churchill and Hitler; and, most recently, George Kennan: A Study of Character.

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  • Numeri di pagina fonte ISBN: 1590171861
  • Editore: NYRB Classics (15 settembre 2010)
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  • Lingua: Inglese
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5.0 su 5 stelle And, wrapped in black veils, night crept away, like a woman's once undying love 15 ottobre 2008
Di Nicole - Pubblicato su Amazon.com
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Sunflower is like a fairy tale, only more like a dream. Eveline, a "country miss" living in Budapest, has her house broken into by her former fiancé, a wastrel who's been using her for money. Next morning she packs up the household and returns to her country estate, the Hideaway. Her dearest friend in rural Hungary is a solitary and melancholy man, Andor Álmos-Dreamer, with a fantastical family history and a devotion to Eveline that will lead him to end his life--then begin it again at her request.

Eveline is also joined by her best female friend, Malvina Maszkerádi, a wealthy cosmopolitan heiress who is a bit caustic for the countryside. Kálmán, Eveline's beau, also follows her to Hideaway. Rural life is full of beautiful dreams, epic loves, and constant torment. Everything is poetic and doomed, and described so vividly and mythically as to bring the reader himself into the same dream Miss Eveline is experiencing.

Krúdy lived at a time when the Hungary of his youth was disappearing. Growing up in the Birches, the rural area where Sunflower is set, he spent most of his adult life in Budapest writing about the countryside and the old Hungarian ways. Eveline, and Álmos-Dreamer, are the foundation of those ways--cold winters spent wrapped in furs in front of the fire, reading and drinking local wine; paying respect to the old and debauched country squire; leaving behind the unfortunate acquaintances one has made in the city.

The melancholy, and the bursts of life amid the melancholy, Krúdy captures them both with mythical and moving language. Sunflower is like a sea to dive into and swim around in, not a book for wading in or just dipping a toe.
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5.0 su 5 stelle A Romantic Farce in the Countryside (and a Verbal Tour de Force) 31 ottobre 2010
Di Robert T. OKEEFFE - Pubblicato su Amazon.com
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"Sunflower" was translated into English by John Bátki in 1997 as part of a continuing series put out by the New York Review of Books that publishes "revived classics". It has an informative critical Introduction by John Lukacs, the Hungarian-American historian of broad experience and interests, a range that encompasses an obvious love of the literature of his native land. You can also read Lukacs's positive evaluations of Krúdy in his retrospective group portrait of a talented generation, Budapest 1900, and in his Introduction to a collection of Krúdy's newspaper pieces, "Krúdy's Chronicles", both worth reading if you have any interest in Hungarian life and letters. Krúdy lived and wrote (and made his living solely through writing) during the last three decades of the Austro-Hungarian Empire and the first fifteen years of the Horthy Regency. In spite of its post-1867 political autonomy Hungary was a troubled half of that empire, ill at ease with its role and perhaps always wanting more than it could handle, given its ruling class's political short-sightedness and a consequent succession of self-inflicted crises. The picture did not improve within an independent but much shrunken nation that became obsessed with revisions of the Trianon Treaty that dismembered "Greater Hungary" (aka "millennial Hungary"). It was in this milieu that Krúdy was a bright shining star of Hungarian prose from his teen years to his forties, at which point, while he did not exactly vanish from his countrymen's consciousness, he became "old news", reclusive, probably alcoholic, certainly distressed and anxious about the direction of his personal life, and less prolific than he had been as a younger writer (and that was very prolific indeed). "Sunflower" was originally published in 1918, thus it comes from the tail-end of Krúdy's "middle period" when he retained all the forceful command of language that he is known for among speakers of that isolated -- and difficult -- language. (Perhaps that last adjective should be qualified - how difficult can it be if even babies learn it, as one wag said to another before stumbling over a simple request in Magyar.)

The novel has a sort of "hero of everyday life" - Pistoli -- if we allow heroism to embrace a character whose flaws are conspicuous yet brash and indicative of a certain flamboyance. Let's just say that he is a weathered old scoundrel who runs from one affair to another with local women of all classes and walks of life, yet he's firmly convinced that he loved them all and they all loved him and that their arrangements were mutually beneficial. He's akin to the "superfluous man" (usually a member of the country gentry) of mid-19th century Russian novels, but a veritable ball of fire and directed energy in comparison to his useless fictional counterparts from farther east. Pistoli is one of a set of six main characters who are arrayed in some kind of characterological matrix, something like the set of attractions/repulsions seen in Goethe's odd novel, "Elective Affinities". Real and potential erotic (and possibly Romantic, in the full-blown sense of that term) relationships, connect the characters; it must be added that they usually take a farcical turn. The set of six (I can't imagine the symbols that would connect them - maybe wavy lines with arrows at each end) is:

Kálmán Ossuary . . . . .Eveline Nyíres (Birch)
Andor Álmos-Dreamer . . . . .Risoulette
Pistoli . . . . .Malvina Maszkerádi

Of course the reader's attention is arrested by the names, allegorical in intent. The translator, John Bátki, has split his approach to these names: He never uses the Magyar for "Ossuary" (which might be something like Csontváry) or the English (Birch) for Nyíres. (Eveline Nyíres, a benign young woman who appears to be waiting for "her one true love" to arrive, is at the center of the story that begins in Budapest. Soon she is on her way to her country home - "Bujdos" or "The Hideaway" -- where she is the object of the hapless love of Álmos-Dreamer, of Pistoli's romantic pursuit that gets sidetracked as soon as he meets Maszkerádi, and of Ossuary's far more cynical pursuit.) On the other hand "Álmos" itself means something like "dreamer" or "sleeper", yet Bátki opts for the redundancy in his case. Pistoli is once alluded to as "Pistol" (its meaning). Risoulette's Magyar name is never given. Everyone thinks of her in terms of her French nickname, perhaps alluding to her outlook on life and her behavior (she has been a mistress to many local men, and she remains on good terms with them after the break-ups, even happy to dispense maternal and courtship advice to them). Her life reflects a portrait of a middle-class Parisian woman of numerous affairs, as presented in French novels of the late romantic era, and perhaps it follows a model created by the novels she and Eveline read. Maszkerádi (a detester of just such novels) comes over into English straightforwardly as "masquerader" or "woman wearing a mask", one designed, in her case, to keep men at their distance. She is not opposed to erotic flings in principle, but rather to the misguided notions that men have of enshrining or attempting to totally possess women to whom they have made love. Something of a female Nietzschean, she's a skeptic about the dance between the sexes (as is Pistoli, though he tries to remember his partners fondly -- one of his ways of putting himself to sleep each night is engaging in imaginary conversations with loves of the past and the future). As to the name Ossuary, what metaphorical graveyard or boneyard does the author have in mind? Probably the fact that young Kálmán, a fop and wastrel from Budapest (who has been pursuing Eveline, his main source of funds, but settles for her friend Maszkerádi as a bed partner), a man who wanders nightly from casino to brothel to café and lives off hand-outs, is bereft of any and all spiritual qualities. His soul is the hard and empty repository of affections and passions that he has no intention of requiting. While the relations among these six form the backbone of the story, the novel has other heroes and objects of contemplation: the Magyar language itself and the style and pace of Hungarian small-town and country life in the 1880s-1890s. Much of this portrait of a place and time is carried by minor characters (see below); as a depiction of a way of life still intact during the author's childhood, it has an elegant twin in Deszö Kostolányi's "Skylark".

The region of the story is "The Birches" in northeastern Hungary at the edge of that land's great plain. Its main town, now a city of 100,000, is Nyíregyháza, Krúdy's hometown. While there are a few scenes set in Budapest, exhibiting Krúdy's familiarity with the city's demi-monde and its nightlife (about which he wrote many colorful feuilletons when he was a journalist), the story's heart is in the countryside, depicted in a rich descriptive prose that tries to recapture a bygone era that resonates with Krúdy, probably because it was the scene of his own youth. It's a countryside filled with eccentrics and men and women who are fatalists, but very lively and entertaining ones at that (gypsies and lovers of gypsy music who drink in the sunrise, doughty innkeepers, obsessive fondlers of family heirlooms, vagrants). They seem to wring every possible pleasure (and pleasurable pain) out of their simple surroundings. And this is where Krúdy's mastery of prose comes into play, with extended metaphors, tropes, and phrases that overflow the boundaries of the rational and the sensible. Rather than engaging in the "pathetic fallacy" his writing is full of nature poetry that implies a kind of pantheism extending not only to the usual flora and fauna, but to inanimate and homely objects as well. Here are a few examples:

"High above the reeds, where the air is as empty as space floats a nameless solitary bird, musing about the aimlessness of life on earth. The clods on the road, serf-souls many centuries old, cling to the carriage wheels."

"A glove pulled off the hand might feel as Mr. Pistoli felt. The russet brown cloak's undone buttons might have sensed his keen disappointment."

"The moonlight over The Birches advanced hugger-mugger in the sky like a shepherd hiding a lamb under his coat."

When is the last time you read an ascription of consciousness to buttons or gloves? And, with respect to convolutions of the human mind, Krúdy' is equally eccentric in his comparisons and descriptive phrases:

"Mr. Álmos-Dreamer nodded without emotion, a most peculiar nod, like a one-legged man confronting his lost limb preserved in spirits."

Regarding Risoulette's husband, the Captain, an old man housebound by gout:

"His head, topped by an otter hat, sank a little lower. Next he struck up a conversation with his own foot, evidence that he had not renounced social life for good."

One more example will serve to demonstrate the author's ambiguous relationship with romantic conceits, highlighted by deflating remarks made at the end of someone's (or his own authorial) rhetorical excess. In response to Eveline's worries about nocturnal sounds in the yard behind her country house, Maszkerádi says:

"Nah, it's just the unusual weather we're having . . . It's all that meteoric crap, -- ashes and dust from burnt-out stars - the winds sweep into the atmosphere ... It's only the night plucking an old mandolin string that's been lying silent for years. No need to go mushroom-crazy, like some fungus that suddenly pops up, so glad to be among us."

If, like me, the reader knows no Magyar other than a few useful traveler's phrases, he or she has to take Lukac's word that Krúdy is the 20th century master of Hungarian prose. Lukacs was skeptical that Sunflower could be translated in any meaningful way, but John Bátki's translation has persuaded him otherwise, and I agree with that assessment based on just how well - and oddly! - this English-language version reads). Minor characters fill in the picture of an era and a place, women with nicknames like "Stony Dinka" (née Jolan Weiss, daughter of the local furrier); Kakuk ("Cuckoo"), a vagrant who acts as Pistoli's courier delivering love letters and requests for assignations; and another likeable scoundrel, Zõld Diamant ("Green Diamond"), a philosophical old Jewish habitué of Budapest's casinos and brothels, who is an intelligent foil to the general thoughtlessness and narcissism of his companion on a night-raid, Kálmán Ossuary.

I won't give away how the story ends, though it involves a preternatural grand finale for Pistoli and the possible inception of a sedate romance leading to marriage. The book is, in brief, a romantic comedy tinged with worldliness and given an extra charge by the vividness of its language. It's also a reverie for a world that has just vanished, to the chagrin of its author.
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4.0 su 5 stelle A Romance from a Vanished Time and Place 6 febbraio 2010
Di Bryan Byrd - Pubblicato su Amazon.com
Formato:Copertina flessibile
'Sunflower' is nominally the story of Eveline, a young Hungarian woman from the upper classes, who leaves her home in Budapest and retires to her country manor after the disappointing end to her courtship with a roguish fellow named Kálmán. A friend, Miss Maszkerádi, joins her in her seclusion, and during their rural holiday, various eligible and not so eligible men pursue the two women, including the eccentric Mr. Álmos-Dreamer, the animated country squire Mr. Pistoli, and Kálmán himself, at last recognizing his mistake of letting Eveline go.

I say 'nominally the story of' because there is little else that happens, and thus the real focus of Krúdy's work is the Hungarian countryside and the manners of its people. Published in 1918, the setting of 'Sunflower', although no dates are given in the text, seems to date back to before the turn of the century, to an idyllic, carefree Hungary - or so it must have appeared to the war-weary, defeated nation at the end of WWI. Krúdy leaves me with the impression that 'Sunflower' was a time of landed gentry and their servants, of cultural mores that were observed as much in flouting them as by observing them (especially by the upper echelon of society), and of a rigid class structure where every person had their place and was content in it.

As such, 'Sunflower' has romantic, fairy-tale quality to it. Where Krúdy shines is as an evocative landscape painter - there were times when his descriptions of the natural world brought back rural memories of my own, even though the places I remember are a world away from his. These passages will probably not appeal to readers who only see place setting and description as a momentary hiatus from the story's action - it seems to me that Krúdy's main subject WAS the world of 'Sunflower', and that the true hero was the time and place, of which the characters were only transient residents.

Krúdy's writing is also brimming with metaphor and simile, so much so that some readers may find it tiresome after a while, although it is with such devices that he succeeds in bringing to life the country setting of 'Sunflower'. This ties in to one of the two points from John Lukacs' introduction that I think are worth mentioning to potential readers - the singularity of the Magyar language. This is not the first time that I've read Hungarian writers whose admirers have praised the poetic and magical prose of the authors in their native language, and who have groaned over there being no possible way to adequately translate it. Any fault I find with Krúdy's writing may be more to do with the deficiencies between our two languages than with his style or the translator's ability. But even though I thought it was well wrought for the most part, because this novel is dependent more on description for its success than action, it may not be the best translated work of Krúdy's with which to start.

Mr. Lukacs also notes that Krúdy "never corrected his manuscripts, and he cared little for the proofs". If true, then it is amazing to me that 'Sunflower' is coherent at all, although I think that there is evidence in the novel of that sort of editing. There is a disjointed aura to the text, as if Krúdy implies different tangents he may pick up later but doesn't, or subtly preps me for character actions that he never follows. I don't believe I would like this as a rule, but in this case it gave the book an unpredictable slant I found atypical yet interesting.

On the back matter of the book, a short description of 'Sunflower' and Gyula Krúdy compares him to Robert Walser, Bruno Schulz, and Joseph Roth. While the comparison to Walser seems particularly apt, I think that of Bruno Schulz is misleading. Krúdy is to Schulz as a Monet Landscape is to Munch's 'The Scream'. Instead, I think 'Sunflower' might best be summed up as a romance from a vanished place and time - which is not something I would normally read - but Krúdy's evocative writing makes me willing to also try both works of his currently in translation, 'Adventures of Sindbad', and 'Krúdy's Chronicles', if I were to happen onto them. Four stars.
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4.0 su 5 stelle A richly decadent and nostalgic world 15 settembre 2009
Di R. M. Peterson - Pubblicato su Amazon.com
Formato:Copertina flessibile|Acquisto verificato
In a "New Yorker" profile, which is reprinted as the introduction to this edition of SUNFLOWER, John Lukacs writes that Gyula Krudy (1878-1933) was the greatest prose writer of Hungary in the 20th Century, and "surely one of the great writers of Europe." Others have bestowed similar accolades, comparing Krudy to the likes of Joseph Roth, Bruno Schulz, and even Marcel Proust. It is difficult for me to place where Krudy stands among the European writers of his time, because his works (this is the second I have read) are so distinctive, so unlike anything else I know from European literature of the 20th Century. (The closest analogues I can think of presently would be certain Latin American works of magical realism or perhaps -- although it now is decades since I read any -- certain works of Chekhov.)

The major part of SUNFLOWER, written in 1918, is set in eastern Hungary in an area called the Birches (Nyirseg, where Krudy was born), but a portion is set in Pest, and one aspect of the novel is the contrast between the rural, marshy Birches and cosmopolitan Pest. Another aspect is the contrast between the old Magyar Hungary and the new increasingly European Hungary. But the principal preoccupation of the novel is with life and death and the pleasures and jealousies of love.

There is not an ounce of realism in the novel. Its counterpart in the world of the visual arts might be the dreamscapes of Chagall. It also is lusty and earthy (its counterpart from the world of music might be Orff's "Carmina Burana"). It is saturated with atmosphere, a dense and decadent Hungarian one.

It is so rich that reading it is rather slow going. There is much remarkable lyrical writing, but Krudy tends to spread it on thick, so at times I found myself thinking "Enough already -- get on with it." The most distinctive feature of the writing is the extensive use of similes, more than in any other novel I can think of. A few don't work (or were not successfully translated), but many are novel and striking. For example: "Mr. Almos-Dreamer nodded without emotion, a most peculiar nod, like a one-legged man confronting his lost limb preserved in spirits"; "But she merely smiled neutrally, bored and indifferent as a puma at the zoo"; and, "the smiles now playing on faces fade like silk discolored by the sun."

What is the sunflower of the title? Sunflowers are one of Krudy's favorite images, and they make for a very apt conclusion to the novel, which I quote (without, rest assured, creating a spoiler in the least): "Let crazy life rush headlong on the highway for others; we shall contemplate the sunflowers, watch them sprout, blossom, fade away. Yesterday they were still giants, but now, in autumn, they are thatch on the roof."

I was more favorably impressed by Krudy's "The Adventures of Sindbad" -- the only other fiction of his readily available in English translation and which I also reviewed on Amazon. But I suspect I may return to SUNFLOWER -- God willing (the novel is conducive to those sorts of sentiments) -- probably not to read it from cover to cover (there is not sufficient plot), but to sample, even luxuriate in, the richly decadent and nostalgic world of Gyula Krudy.
2.0 su 5 stelle I don't think this translates well 18 aprile 2014
Di Lord Dolphin! - Pubblicato su Amazon.com
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...either that or this isn't good. It seemed like every sentence carried two or three similes. The writing style seemed to harbor delusions of grandeur at every turn at the expense of story telling.

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