The Journal of Andrew Bihaly

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The Journal of Andrew Bihaly
i edited by
I Anthony Tuttle
kndrew Bihaly lived on the Lower East !Side of Manhattan in the late 1960's. His journal was written from 1966 through 1968, and during that time, he wrote about his life, a life which was pro-ffoundly darkened by his past. ! In 1944, at the age of nine, Andrew jwas sent by his mother to a monastery !in his native Hungary to protect him from the Nazis, and there he was bru-; talized by a gang of delinquents. From I this atrocityand the horrors of the war (his father was murdered on the Eich-mann Death March) his psyche was shattered, and once in America, he was trying desperately to put the pieces back together again, to become whole. In a i corrupt and incomprehensible society, he was destroyed; he committed suicide in the fall of 1968.
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To support himself, he worked as a waiter for the Metropolitan Museum of Art and later, when fired, took odd jobs and begged.... Tovább

Fülszöveg

The Journal of Andrew Bihaly
i edited by
I Anthony Tuttle
kndrew Bihaly lived on the Lower East !Side of Manhattan in the late 1960's. His journal was written from 1966 through 1968, and during that time, he wrote about his life, a life which was pro-ffoundly darkened by his past. ! In 1944, at the age of nine, Andrew jwas sent by his mother to a monastery !in his native Hungary to protect him from the Nazis, and there he was bru-; talized by a gang of delinquents. From I this atrocityand the horrors of the war (his father was murdered on the Eich-mann Death March) his psyche was shattered, and once in America, he was trying desperately to put the pieces back together again, to become whole. In a i corrupt and incomprehensible society, he was destroyed; he committed suicide in the fall of 1968.
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To support himself, he worked as a waiter for the Metropolitan Museum of Art and later, when fired, took odd jobs and begged. He chose to live honestly, to live a feeling life where he loved and helped others. Yet whenever he began a relationship with a girl, spending nights of great passion and tenderness with her, he was drawn closer to his mother's debilitating love, to the confusing freedom of the Aquarian Age and the terrors of the monastery in Visegrád. And there was Alfred, his upstairs neighbor, a black man, a hustler, and his friend, who embodies a kind of evil that is both banal and terrifying.
From the past he endured, the present he tried to forge, and the dreams he held, the microcosin of Andrew's journal becomes a deeply moving portrait of the times we are all alive in and brilliantly reflects their loneliness, their joys and bewildering terrors.
The writing has a rare simplicity and purity, the journal will invite comparisons to the Diary of Anne Frank ^nd
Knut Hamsun's classic





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The above photographs are of Andrew Bihalyyo^aj^ man who came to America in 1950, a victim qL ti|e hé^ rors of World War IL He was born in and died in New York in 1968. Of Andrew's jouj^al David Halberstaip has written: "An Ameriq^ stc^ry most too painful to bear." It is toS^^
heart, yét^álso enri(^ it* : Vissza