Pavol Rankov

IT HAPPENED ON THE FIRST OF SEPTEMBER (an excerpt) 1942 Karcsi Rónai came home on leave on August 24. Péter barely recognized him. The last time...
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Pavol Rankov

I’m not convinced of anything. I don’t trust my memory, which tells me that the entire village gathered in front of the house that night. They had come to do something bad. I can still see the whole thing. A tribal ritual.

Slovak Fiction Week: Into the Spotlight

Try to ask even a very well-read English-speaking literary type to name a Slovak writer and you will likely be met with a blank stare. "Well, Milan Kundera was from Czechoslovakia . . . does that count?"

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