I have come to realize that if I cant bear to speak the truth even to you then I am beyond all help, Eszter Encsy, the narrator of Magda Szabs 1959 novel, The Fawn, says. Eszter is an actress; she needs a script to speak. She has spent years fashioning a life out of silence. The novel is her belated, wandering attempt at finally unburdening herself. But silence isnt an easy habit to break. For most of what follows, the identity of the you to whom Eszter addresses the novel is withheld from the reader, as are the reasons for her reticence.
The Fawn is a chronicle of silence and all that roils beneath it. It depicts the tumultuous reunion of the bitter and brilliant Eszter with her former playmate, the cherubic Angla, after a decade apart. The narrative shuttles frenetically across this gap, from their provincial childhoods during the Second World War to their adult lives in Budapest in the early nineteen-fifties.
The notion of a time without speech, a gap severing past from present, was among the central preoccupations of Szabs career, which spanned seven decades before her death in 2007. The Fawn itself is the product of such a gap: Szab wrote it in secret, during a period of almost a decade when Hungarys postwar Stalinist regime prohibited her from publishing. My years of silence, Szab later called this time in her semi-autobiographical novel The Door. It was an experience that seeded her fascination with the cost of silence in all its formspolitically enforced, self-imposedas well as her other abiding fixations: the unspoken wounds of Hungarian history, the convulsions of reputation, the tension between a devotion to art and an attachment to other people.
Szab was a poet before she became a novelist. She moved to Budapest toward the end of the Second World War, in her late twenties, as the Russians were driving Hitlers forces out of Hungary. She fell in with a group of other young writers there, and, in 1947, published a collection of poetry, The Lamb, documenting the ravages of the war, followed by her second collection, Back to Man. In 1949, she received the Baumgarten Prize, Hungarys highest literary honor at the time. The prize was withdrawn the same day. The country had come under Soviet control, and the Stalinist regime of Mtys Rkosi, taking its cues from the Kremlin, began a brutal crackdown on all artists who wouldnt produce state propaganda. Szab was declared a class alien. She and her circle of fellow-writersthey called themselves the New Moon group (jhold)were banned from publishing.
The censors hounded her. They hoped to splinter the New Moon group, hungry for the cultural legitimacy the writers acquiescence might lend the regime. Szab claimed to have lost the will to write. She took a job teaching children. But, all the while, she was writing fiction, keeping it secret even from other New Moon writers. Her first novel, Fresco, is an obvious response to her predicamenta story of muzzling and defiance, about a painter who refuses to allow the Rkosi regime to dictate the subjects of her works. Rkosi was deposed after Stalins death, and the Hungarian Revolution of 1956 eventually ushered in the Hungarian Thaw, an era of somewhat greater tolerance. Fresco was published in 1958, to the astonishment of Szabs friends. The fact that they did not kill you might mean that we will also soon get the go-ahead, remarked the literary critic Balzs Lengyel.
Szab was a dissident, but never a straightforward one: under the classifications of the post-1956 censors, her novels were neither banned nor supported, but tolerated. But there remained a wound from her decade of censorship, and the memories of disgrace and return, bitterness and vindication, reappear throughout her writing. The Fawn, published in 1959, bears the marks of these years. Like Fresco, the book is about silence and censorship. But, instead of the familiar picture of the dissident artist defying the state, Szab wanted to show something differentthe way that silence could warp and disfigure a life. The novel is more politically didactic than Szabs later works, rendering pre-1956 Hungary as a bland, lobotomized bureaucracy, a public sphere blighted by euphemisms and smug hypocrisies: Blah, blah, blah. The true subject of the book, though, is not the silence of censorship, but those silences that fall between people, the failures of intimacy that cut friends and lovers adrift. Szab understood such silences as a sort of exile, and, in her fiction, she examined the effects of this exile, how estrangement from others could also make people strangers to themselves.
In The Fawn, this exile begins with a small moment of humiliation. Eszter first meets Angla when they are children. It is an ordinary day, before the war. Eszter is doing dishes in her familys dilapidated little kitchen. She is listening to her sickly father coughing and her mother teaching a piano lesson, and spills the dishwater, soaking her clothes. At that moment, Angla appears in the doorway for a music lesson, holding a ball in her left hand, a beautiful sky-blue ball with a gold ring around it, and in her right hand, in a snow-white glove, she held a lacquered music stand covered with red hide. She exudes innocence and gentility. Eszter hates her instantly. From that moment on, this hatred, emphatic and unrelenting beyond all proportion, becomes the novels undertow. I have loathed and hated Angla from the moment I first saw her, Eszter says. Even when I am dead, if there is any life after death, I shall hate her still.
But Eszter maintains a studied silence, never allowing this hatred to show, even after Angla takes up a one-sided friendship with her. She attached herself to me as sincerely as I hated her, Eszter says. Her hatred seems to spring from her resentment of the conspicuous wealth of Anglas parents. Eszters own family has undergone a long decline from their former social position. Eszters mother, born to aristocratic parents, has a triple-barrelled surname: Katalin Marton von Ercsik von Tp von Szentmarton. Her father, an eccentric lawyer who prefers to tend his garden of rare flowers rather than take on clients, turns the family into a public disgrace. A wealthy relation, seeing that Eszter goes barefoot, sends hand-me-down shoes for her; theyre too small and give her permanent calluses.
What Eszter hates most about Angla is her apparent goodness, the thoughtless benevolence and generosity her wealth allows her to shower on others. Eszter herself claims to have never believed as a child that goodness came naturally. I always suspected that beneath it lay some sort of payment for services past or still to come. When Angla receives the gift of a pet fawn, Eszter is seized by envy; witnessing the pleasure Angla takes in caring for it redoubles her resentment. One night, she breaks in and releases the fawn from its enclosure. She watches as it runs away and gets hit by a train.
When the war comes, Eszter exults in the grandeur of destruction: You thought the worst thing of all about the war was the bombing of the capital? For me that was the best. Whenever the radio announced another raid I became like a hunting dog. I shook with expectation. Angla, she happily imagines, will be very frightened. Even more satisfying is when Anglas Communist older brother, Emil, is arrested for some unnamed act of political agitation. Anglas family leaves town in shame; not long after, Emil is killed in a prisoners battalion.
Almost a decade later, when Eszter and Angla meet again, Eszter has become a successful actress in Budapest. But the upheavals of class and reputation under the new regime have made her an object of suspicion. Though she grew up penniless and once felt a wild happiness at the thought of a time when the poor would take everything from the rich, Eszters noble ancestry has become a political liability. She must constantly perform her loyalty for government censors, contorting the story of her aristocratic background to satisfy them. Angla, meanwhile, has become an ardent Communist, devoted to Party dogma. She runs an orphanage in memory of her brother, now lauded as a martyr. Eszter, her hatred still smoldering, calls her a charming, incompetent baby.
In Szabs 1963 novel, Izas Ballad, translated by George Szirtes, a judge named Vince Szcs finds himself blacklisted by Hungarys conservative prewar regime. Vinces daughter, Iza, is a talented, politically committed doctor, who joins the resistance against the Nazi occupation. She takes on the burden of her fathers humiliation as her own, standing beside him in dignified defiance of all the friends and neighbors who cut the family out of their lives. The tragedy of Izas Ballad is that her separation from the common life eventually becomes self-imposed, a habit of abnegation, and that by the time Iza realizes she must attempt to bridge the gap between herself and others, it is too lateher husband and lover have left her, her parents are both dead. The climax of the novel is an internal monologue by Izas ex-husband, as he reflects on the bloodlessness of her existence:
I loved you so much, in a way I never can and do not even want ever tolove again. But it was always I who was yours: you were never mine,you were distant from me even when you were in my arms. Sometimes atnight I wanted to wake you from your sleep and shout, say the word,the word that would allow you to be yourself, the word that would saveyou and tell me where to start looking for you so I might find you. .. . I have never met anyone as emotionally tight-fisted as you, sogrudging in your generosity, nor anyone more cowardly, not even whenyou carried grenades in your briefcase and said to the policeman whostopped you, Whats the matter, have you never seen a studentbefore?
The sentiment expressed in this final line recurs again and again in Szabs workwhat good is political courage if youre too much of a coward to speak freely of your love?
Szab particularly associated these failures of intimacy with artists, those who she thought perceived the world most clearly yet held themselves at a distance from it. Across her novels she symbolized this distance through various boundaries, gates, windowsor closed doors, as in The Door, where a locked door in an apartment is a literal manifestation of unspoken intimacy and distance between two women who care deeply for each other. How irrational, how unpredictable is the attraction between people, how fatal its current, remarks the writer who narrates that novel.
In The Fawn, Szabs symbol for this distance is the mask of the actress. It is only onstage that Eszter feels truly comfortable and connected to the world. She suspects that there is something irredeemable about herself. Since she was a child, she has hidden behind her hatred: all along, she has loved Angla. But she cannot fully admit it. Love is danger, a promise of loss. Her love is mysteriouswhether this is a romantic love or not remains obscure, perhaps to Eszter most of all. All that is clear is that Eszter admires and envies Anglas innocence and sincerity; unspoken, these feelings express themselves through resentment and violence, the killing of the fawn. Eszter takes a lover, eventually revealed to be the one to whom the novel is addressed. Hes a married man, a scholar and translator of Shakespeare. They met in Budapest after the war. Eszter longs to tell him every secret of her life, believing him to be the only person who actually understands her. It is he who finally speaks the truth: I know you love Angla, he tells Eszter one night in bed. He sees behind the mask. He is Anglas husband.
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Magda Szab and the Cost of Censorship - The New Yorker