Gerőcs Péter - Ítélet legyen!

I saw it in all kinds of public spaces, in the habitats of so-called fiction. He usually has a camera with him, so he keeps his distance. Sometimes he takes off the mask, showing a look that is both sharp and permissive. There is judgment in it, and absolution. It's like a monk is your executioner. This book is made up of cigarette breaks. He's working on his novel, but sometimes he pops up, takes a smoky breath, and that's when he remembers things. From there to this book. The backbone of the Gerőcs cocktail is Montaigne's free debauchery, with two cents of misanthropy from Cioran, a few drops of Canetti, and of course Valéry's cleverness. Reason comes with noise, hearing this incessant hum. It concerns the human form. Like Petri, he generalizes from one case. It examines a portable target, itself. Ego destruction, with discretion. Péter Gerőcs is actually interested in lies, perhaps he is most curious about his own. Elegant, funny, endlessly entertaining. We have to imagine him unhappy, of course, what else do we." Gábor Németh