Mohácsi Árpád - Párizsi befutó

How do we live here in Central and Eastern Europe? What is it like to go West and come back? What heavy legacies do we carry? How are we with each other, parents and children, wives and lovers, brothers and half-siblings, living and dead, books, memories, historical changes and individual desires? What sets the limits of our fallibility and loveability? Árpád Mohácsi's richly orchestrated, direct voice, delightfully narrated novel with many threads seeks answers to these questions. (Oh, and we even find out who the Merényis are.)

"You can't just walk out this door," we read about a third of the way through the novel. Not a very striking sentence. But it has great power. Whoever wrote it knows something about human existence. Within it: the youth of Hungarian men and women born around the mid-1960s, before and after 1989. Generational novel, period drawing. Géza, Dóri (deceased), Bella, Gabi, Jutocsa, Sanyi, and the younger one: Luca (Géza's new girlfriend) and the older one: Aunt Piri (Géza's mother, hard-working agency report writer) - if we read the account of their lives and fate, for a long time they stay with us. - László Márton