Well, it’s my turn to review a book again. I’m dealing with János Pilinszky’s Passio, translated from the Hungarian by Clive Wilmer and George Gömöri. Read the review here.
I was mightily disappointed by this book. There isn’t as much as one mention of the Golden Team, or even one poem discussing the great Ferenc Puskás. Instead, all we get is great literature.
I don’t know what this continent is coming to, really.
Enjoy your Sunday!
