Karoly Kos
The book begins with a study of Kalotaszeg’s location and folk arrangement, then turns into history, the prehistory of Transylvania, and then suddenly turns into a novel short story, so that, freeing himself from all genre limitations, he can exchange the novel fragment, ethnography, art history, period drawing, and even journalism, within a single rope, – everything that an educated artistic soul can say about an object that has grown close to his heart. It’s as if the music virtuoso plays the same theme on ten different instruments, pairing his artistic playing with bravur, which, even if it highlights his art, disturbs him just as much. It’s as if the hiker, yielding only to his delight, takes a photo of the beautiful landscape here and there, toothen, to justify the emotional system, he would add enthusiastic explanations to the individual pictures and illustrate the ramblings of his words with drawings.