Hunt 1947
“A nightmare that will end well. László Luka was hoping for this.” Story of the Week (June 24), by Zsuzsa Selyem. Translated from Hungarian by Erika Mihálycsa.
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Vadászat 1947
Original Hungarian text of Zsuzsa Selyem’s ‘Hunt 1947’.
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In Memory of M./M. emlékére
“Am I a coward? I commune with death every day./ I’m more afraid of people….” Poem of the Week (April 13), by Zsuzsa Takács, translated from Hungarian by Erika Mihálycsa.
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Taking Trinidad
“A few days later, the Gaddafi loyalists began to shell Misrata, and Harvey Dabbs was killed. It was a stupid death, like every death in war.” By Sándor Jászberényi, translated from Hungarian by M. Henderson Ellis.
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From ‘Premonitions of mourning’
“It was three in the morning. The wings/ of two black moths brushed across my face…” By Zsuzsa Takács, translated from Hungarian by Erika Mihálycsa.
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Preparation for the Crows’ Feast
“The great scam has been successful. We just don’t know for whom…” By Gábor Schein, translated from Hungarian by Ottilie Mulzet.
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After the Iron Age / A vaskorszak után
“We wrapped ourselves in rains in October, watched run-over/ dogs scattered along the road: spilt guts,/ blood, hair…” By Gábor Schein, translated from Hungarian by Erika Mihálycsa.
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From the Sky, the Earth
“…after a while the pictures started climbing off the walls of the exhibition room and stretched until they had as many dimensions as they needed. Four, because they didn’t want to live for ever.” By Zsuzsa Selyem, translated from Hungarian by Erika Mihálycsa.
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A Nyomozas
Original Hungarian text of Zoltán Böszörményi’s ‘The Investigation’.
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The Investigation
“Promised me the world, he wanted me so bad. Yulish, you’re going to have a good life with me, that’s what he said. You don’t need the village. You’re going to like it better in the mountains, as long as the Good Lord keeps me in good health. I make enough money to raise ten kids. Now you see, it’s come to nothing.” Story of the Week (March 27), by Zoltán Böszörményi. Translated from Hungarian by Paul Sohar.
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