“Don’t let it go” goosebumps for Tar words and phrases
This year, Sándor Tar would have been 80 years old if he had not drunk to death in 2005. His friends, admirers, and readers held a Tour again in his memory last Saturday: they toured the pubs he loved and drank in his honor. And they read.
I did not know Tar Sándort personally, because I only met him twice in Debrecen. Once at university, second at… na, I don’t remember where, but then it couldn’t have been so important. I’ve always seen him in college, Tar was sitting in the courtyard at a literary event, he should have dedicated in principle, but the dog didn’t go there either. He was very lost and sitting there alone, looking from afar that the literary unloading fair and the university courtyard were fucking not his medium.
-this is told to me by a Tar hiker wearing a blue baseball cap decorated with an imposing white beard and fiery red flame tongues in the Balszélső pub in Debrecen, ie at the former headquarters of Sándor Tar.
Balszélső, which is located next to the writer’s former apartment on Kishegyesi út, was formerly called Paks, and since Tar is written in many writings, it is no exaggeration to say that the main audience in this housing estate pub received significant income from Sándor Tar and became involved in contemporary Hungarian literature.
In Balszélső you can be a traditional Tar-tour visitor, the hard and konok core of Tar fans as he also came up last Saturday to take part in the now XVII. On a tour.
The idea for the Tar tour was born in the year of the writer’s death, in 2005:
The snow-white bearded gentleman already quoted is addressed to everyone by Szakál, and I have known him for years, and he is thoroughly surprised that this is not his nickname, but his ordinary, bourgeois name. György Szakál his name is called, and I learn from him that he came to Tar with a fairly large detour: through Switzerland.
“I lived in Debrecen, and I was not ashamed to hear news from Sándor Tar. But I had an acquaintance living in Switzerland who read one of his books in German translation in the 1990s, he was enthusiastic about it. He was so enthusiastic that he started looking for his books, I read them, and then came the shock: I felt like I had always lived with him on a street. Our street I knew every man, every figure, every unfortunate miser from his book, who, one way or another, but tried to stay afloat, which then either succeeded or failed, ”says Szakál.
He says he wanted to talk to Tarral about where the characters were coming from at that particular university dedication, and how he knows the original and can imagine mixing the village world well with the lives of factory workers.
But even though I was asking questions, he didn’t feel like talking, it seemed like he was going to go to hell from here.
The idea for the Tar tour was inspired by the world-famous Bloomsday in 2005 and is held every year on 16 June in Dublin, the day and place where James Joyce his hero, Leopold Bloom, walks through local pubs like a modern Ulysses. Joyce fans go after Bloom and drink on the legendary day, and so do Tar readers, because they think it fits Tar’s world several times. True, the tour is far from just about drinking, as at the various venues, participants read aloud excerpts from Tar writing.
Last Saturday, the performance tour started from the Milmix Bar in Csapó Street in the city center and lasted until the Ádám pub on István út in the suburbs. The intermediate stations were Say Hello (formerly Lilla), Premium (formerly Moulin Rouge), Dorottya, and then Balszélső. Tar himself went home on pretty much this route, if he had business in the city center, he didn’t use public transportation because he didn’t have the money for it. Say Hello and Premium were not open, which made things easy for hikers, and relief was needed, as not only the place used to come close to the tour. They were still here from Budapest, Veszprém, Balatonfenyves.
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“Don’t let it go” goosebumps for Tar words and sentences
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Tibor Juhász writer, poet of Salgótarján origin, but has lived in Debrecen for many years, is the editor-in-chief of the KULTer.hu literary portal. He became famous for being considered one of the worthy followers of Sándor Tar in young Hungarian literature, although, as always, reality is as complex and simple as the literary theoretical constructions born at the desk. I ask Juhás at one of the stops on the tour, Dorottya, if his volume of prose consciously rhymed with Tar’s world before he smiles:
“I wasn’t aware of me, so to speak, following in Tar’s footsteps, but I wouldn’t take the thought away from me.” The reason for this is when it is This is not the neighborhood My volume, published in 2015, informed me from critics that I resemble Sándor Tar in a literary sense. They likened him step by step, which was pretty weird in the sense that I wrote poems better, and he was a prose writer. Then I wondered, I started exploring life and his oeuvre, but I can’t tell you how much it affected me.
– Why? – I ask.
– Because the critique assumed the influence of Sándor Tar even when I had not even read a single line.
– Couldn’t the comparison have been based on the fact that the “rough” world of Salgótarján is similar to the environment of Tar, who works as a factory worker?
“It’s possible, but I live differently.” After Salgótarján, after me Debrecen was a culture shock in a positive sense. I have lived here for seven years, and for me Debrecen has a completely different perspective than the character of a Tar short story, says Tibor Juhász.
He has been touring the capital for more than ten years Ágnes Tóthwhose husband Rác T. János, the former correspondent of Népszabadság in Debrecen was a good friend of the writer.
“I really like Tar writings, he was a fantastic writer. Although I read a lot from him, I am always surprised at the Tar tours, what new things can be discovered, ”he explains why he used to deduct to the Tar tours in Debrecen. Agnes now Our streetfrom read up the Merry Christmas in front of the closed door of the Premium.
I find it amazing that all your words live on today. It is our moral duty to keep his memory alive because he wrote about us after all. He’s always touched by his writings, I really like him being able to live himself into the life of the character. THE Merry Christmas now I chose it because it is about what Tar knew very much while experiencing on his own skin: it doesn’t matter where you were born. This world is such that whoever is born in the wrong place will often end up wrong. And sometimes it only depends on a hair’s breadth to get out of the misery you are born into. Yet a society would have come from a society that gives a chance to those who are born in the wrong place. And it comes down to me from Tar’s writings: many times there’s no chance
says Agnes.
It is no accident that Péter Giczey, one of the organizers of the Tar tour, chose a writing from Sándor Tar called: Don’t let it get lost. While Giczey a Old Ede read from the book, a huge silence settles over the company: yes, as if everyone feels now what Ágnes Tóth talked about: it depends on a hair’s breadth where we do it: in a polar pub, lying on the table alone or in a heated, warm room among the family. From the latter, Tar got nothing, even more from the former.
Beer Mariann He comes from Veszprém every year, because Tar means a lot to him as a former Hungarian teacher.
“When I was still teaching and we took Móricz with the kids, he saw they didn’t care, they thought it was in the past what Móricz was writing about and they had nothing to do with them. One day then I thought I’d bring a Tar text to the kids for class, I was wondering what they were saying. The effect was shocking. The kids didn’t want to believe that what Tar was writing about was now. In their lives, ”says Mariann, who found that the measure of good literature is her case of goosebumps. If you become goosebumps from a text, it is real literature.
“If I read Tart, I’m constantly goosebumps,” he says, showing his arm. “Look, even now, as I remember a sentence or two, you see, I’m physically experiencing the effect.”
What a pity Tar doesn’t see this now. Yet, in principle, you could still see it, because that would have been the age of 80. It’s freezing to think about what his old-fashioned writings would have been like.
Several people on the current Tar-tour reported that the Debrecen municipality was about to erect a memorial plaque in honor of Sándor Tar. We were a little disbelieving, maybe it was a shame to read so many Tar short stories. We had someone to learn that Nora really wasn’t coming.