Esther's Inheritance

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Two decades after leaving her, the great love of Esther's life sends a telegram. Tomorrow, he tells her, he is coming back.
Esther and her cousin Nunu are thrown into confusion: until now their existence has been tranquil, self-governing, and they know that the mercurial Lajos will change all of that. Esther has not forgotten that her dazzling lover is a fantasist and a liar, nor that he caused her unimaginable hurt. But she also remembers how he made her feel, that he woke a part of her that has since been sleeping for twenty years.
Her friends come to her aid, a lavish meal is prepared, a car arrives at the house, and so begins an afternoon of high drama. Bringing two lives to converge on a single day in late summer, each one charged with emotion and acts that cannot be undone, this taut, evocative novel presents a remarkable heroine in Esther as she recounts, with dignity and wry humour, the final tlare of her love.
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SÁNDOR MÁRAI
was born in Kassa, in tlie... Tovább

Fülszöveg

Two decades after leaving her, the great love of Esther's life sends a telegram. Tomorrow, he tells her, he is coming back.
Esther and her cousin Nunu are thrown into confusion: until now their existence has been tranquil, self-governing, and they know that the mercurial Lajos will change all of that. Esther has not forgotten that her dazzling lover is a fantasist and a liar, nor that he caused her unimaginable hurt. But she also remembers how he made her feel, that he woke a part of her that has since been sleeping for twenty years.
Her friends come to her aid, a lavish meal is prepared, a car arrives at the house, and so begins an afternoon of high drama. Bringing two lives to converge on a single day in late summer, each one charged with emotion and acts that cannot be undone, this taut, evocative novel presents a remarkable heroine in Esther as she recounts, with dignity and wry humour, the final tlare of her love.
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SÁNDOR MÁRAI
was born in Kassa, in tlie Austro-Hungarian Empire, in 1900, and died in San Diego, California, in 1989. He rose to fame as one of the leading literary novelists in Hungary
in the 1930s. Profoundly anti-fascist, he survived World War II, but persecution by the Communists drove him from the country in 1948. He went into exile, first in Italy, then in the United States.
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'As masterly and lovely a novel as one could ask for, evoking the memory of unspoken passions, the loss of illusions, the crumbling of an empire, and all the aching beauty of that which lasts but a moment and then is gone forever . . . Embers is perfect' Washington Post
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For twenty years I had been walking at the edge of a precipice, neatly balanced, calm and smiling. Now I had been woken and kneir the truth. But I no longer felt dizziness. There , is something calming about the sense of realiP-y, whether of life or death. Nunu was binding the roses. She looked up at me from below, from a depth, under the deep roses, blinking in the sunlight, aged and calm.
''Well, of course,'' she said.
She carried on binding.
''When?'' she asked, "Tomorrow," I answered.
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