A Hungarian writer’s deft, superb new novel frames a mother-son relationship in terms of their mutual affection for soccer.
For Esterházy’s real achievement in this brief novel is to use the language of football to produce a work that truly contains multitudes. Despite its title, if this novel is anything, it is definitely art, replete with all the requisite qualities: artfulness, artistry and a necessary artifice superbly grounded in existential reality.
Gefunden in: The Los Angeles Times
