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Название: Siege 13

Автор: Tamas Dobozy

Издательство: Ingram

Жанр: Контркультура

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isbn: 9781771022637

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      ALSO BY TAMAS DOBOZY

       When X Equals Marylou

       Last Notes and Other Stories

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      Copyright © 2012 Tamas Dobozy

      All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means—graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or information storage and retrieval systems—without the prior written permission of the publisher, or in the case of photocopying or other reprographic copying, a licence from the Canadian Copyright Licensing Agency.

       Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

      Dobozy, Tamas, 1969–

      Siege 13 : stories / Tamas Dobozy.

      Issued also in electronic formats.

      ISBN 978-1-77102-204-0

      I. Title. II. Title: Siege thirteen.

      ps8557.o2218s54 2012 c813’.54 c2012-904218-8

      Editor: Janice Zawerbny

      Cover design: Michel Vrana

      Cover image: Allan Kausch

      Published by Thomas Allen Publishers,

      a division of Thomas Allen & Son Limited,

      390 Steelcase Road East,

      Markham, Ontario l3r 1g2 Canada

       www.thomasallen.ca

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      The publisher gratefully acknowledges the support of

      The Ontario Arts Council for its publishing program.

      We acknowledge the support of the Canada Council for the Arts, which last

      year invested $20.1 million in writing and publishing throughout Canada.

      We acknowledge the Government of Ontario through the Ontario

      Media Development Corporation’s Ontario Book Initiative.

      We acknowledge the financial support of the Government of Canada

      through the Canada Book Fund for our publishing activities.

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      Text printed on a 100% PCW recycled stock

      Printed and bound in Canada

       For two early and outstanding teachers—Nancy Hollmann and Robert McCallum—who opened all the right doors.

       Both Miss Eckhart and Virgie Rainey were human beings terribly at large, roaming on the face of the earth. And there were others of them—human beings, roaming, like lost beasts.

      —EUDORA WELTY, “June Recital”

       Contents

       The Atlas of B. Görbe

       The Animals of the Budapest Zoo, 1944–1945

       Sailor’s Mouth

       The Restoration of the Villa Where Tíbor Kálmán Once Lived

       The Beautician

       Days of Orphans and Strangers

       Rosewood Queens

       The Encirclement

       The Society of Friends

       The Miracles of Saint Marx

       The Selected Mug Shots of Famous Hungarian Assassins

       The Ghosts of Budapest and Toronto

       The Homemade Doomsday Machine

       The Atlas of B. Görbe

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      E WAS THE SORT OF MAN you’ve seen: big and fat in an overcoat beaded with rain, cigar poking from between his jowls, staring at some vision beyond the neon and noise and commuter frenzy of Times Square.

      That’s how Benedek Görbe looked the last time I saw him. This was May, 2007, shortly before I left Manhattan, where I’d been living with my family for six months on a Fulbright fellowship at NYU. Görbe was an ex-boyfriend of an aunt in Budapest, though he hadn’t lived in or visited Hungary for over forty years. He wrote in Hungarian every day though, along with drawing illustrations, for a series of kids’ books published under the name B. Görbe by a small but quality imprint out of Brooklyn who’d hired a translator and published them in enormous folio-sized hardcovers under the title The Atlas of Dreams. Benjamin and Henry, my two boys, loved the books, with their pictures reminiscent of fin de siècle posters, stories of children climbing ladders into dreams—endless garden cities, drifting minarets, kings shrouded in hyacinths. That was Görbe’s style, not that you’d have known it from the way he looked—with his stubble, pants the size of garbage bags, half-smouldering cigars, his obnoxious way of disagreeing with any opinion that wasn’t his own, and sometimes, after a moment’s reflection, even with that.

      I was drawn to Görbe out of disappointment. The position at NYU had promised “a stimulating artistic environment,” though what it actually gave СКАЧАТЬ