[ excerpt ]
Read more about
Pályi's work here
||out of oneself
by András Pályi
translated from the Hungarian by Imre Goldstein
An enquiry into the nature or eroticism, an unflinching exploration of the physical and psychological aspects of love
bordering on sexual mysticism, Out of Oneself is a collection of two novellas that explore two different epochs
in Hungarian history through the sexual relationships of its characters. One, an agonizing love triangle between an
extraordinarily beautiful stage actress, a young Catholic priest, and a Jewish engineer in the 1930s, the other, the
ecstatic union of an auto mechanic-cum-screenwriter and a young movie actress who promises redemption through pure sensuality
in Budapest of the 1980s, these form the central constellations for the author's exploration of carnality's relationship to
spirituality. Though chronologically separated by half a century, one story resonates with the other through what Pályi
calls the "language of the body."
Pályi's characters are passionately searching for a way out of their hapless and sinful world. Each
story revolves around a seductive, alluring actress, whose erotic attraction is turned into mythic proportion
by the aura of the stage or the screen in scenes of obsessive sexual explicitness. But beyond the focus on
carnal relationships, Pályi's writing give us a vivid portrayal of their times: the swan song of the
Hungarian "Christian regime" on the eve of World War II, with the specter of the Holocaust looming menacingly,
and the disintegration of "goulash Communism" just prior to the changes of the late 1980s. According to
Péter Nádas, Pályi "is among those few who see clearly the chaos of the realignment of
Hungarian society, a process that has been going on for fifty years ..."
The historical milieu, however, is secondary. Like with most of Pályi's work, his meditation on carnal
pleasure places sensuality as the substitute for a transcendence that is absent. The thirst for redemption and
transubstantiation exhibited by his characters is quenched only by sex and death.
The current volume introduces to the English-speaking world the "otherness"
of a writer — considered to be one of Hungary's leading, though he has managed to avoid
becoming fashionable — capable of creating extraordinary atmospheres.
What others say:
These two novellas, set 50 years apart, separately explore the rarefied, if perilous,
nexus between sex, spirituality, and death. Both also fixate on the amplified allure of (almost) unattainable
actresses and suppose the possibility of redemption through death. In the first, set in the Budapest of the 1930s,
a tormented Catholic priest aches for a surprisingly vulnerable stage diva through whom he soars closer to God
than he will ever again feel in the pulpit. In the second, the diva's 1980s analogue plunges a young mechanic-screenwriter's
life into ecstatic chaos, transforming his guilty conscience into another piece of scenery. These parallel
encounters with the "pre-budding ecstasy of nature" may be profoundly religious, or deeply blasphemous, or perhaps
both. Historically minded readers not too distracted by Palyi's lush, electric sex scenes will notice that these
stories bookend nicely Hungary's totalitarian period and may be conceived as gutsy and exotic, if somewhat
minimalist, commentary on the years in between.
— Brendan Driscoll, Booklist
What Andras Palyi does in his potent and flavorful fiction is, as Peter Nadas puts it,
"nothing short of tempting God." In his twin novellas "Beyond" and "At the End of the World," Palyi creates a
spiritually and sexually charged fictional world ruled by a pair of self-styled goddesses.
— Elizabeth Searle, American Book Review
There is not the slightest doubt that what András Pályi has been doing is
nothing short of tempting God. It is impossible to read him without a feeling of reverential dread.
He blasphemes, he challenges and wages war against God. As a spiritual author, not only does he belong
with Dostoyevsky, Kafka, Buber, Weil, Blixen, and Pilinszky, but, except for Kurtág, Pályi is the only
contemporary Hungarian mystic writer.
— Péter Nádas
No chance motifs here (and no innocent ones, either!), there is sin, therefore
there is also law which can be violated. He is passionately attached to objects and, even more, to
matter, to anything perceivable by the senses. He is one of the most important figures of contemporary
Hungarian literature. András Pályi is inimitably good. Recommended way of reading him:
with bated breath.
— Péter Esterházy
Alongside Péter Nádas, Pályi is the sole consistent cultivator of
ecstatic prose in Hungary.
— József Tamás Reményi, Népszabadság
Pályi's heroes cross over to the other side of the complete bodily
experience. They cross the void as well, which destroys them. They cannot bear the difficult
knowledge of the sometimes temple-like, sometimes prison-like bodily existence. In Pályi's
masterful narration, their stories remain void of solution.
— Hungarian Literature Online
If you could imagine an Eastern European William Faulkner on powerful aphrodisiacs
[...] Out of Oneself might be something he'd write.
— Absinthe Literary Review
14.5 x 20.5 cm
softcover with flaps
fiction : novellas
Order directly via PayPal
price includes airmail worldwide
or order from: