Exkluzív válogatás On Sai novelláiból Bölcsesség, derű, kínzó önvizsgálat, rakoncátlan, pajkos humor, hatalmas vállalás. On Sai világokat alkot számunkra, hogy megkönnyítse létünket a teremtett világban, és hogy ablakokat nyisson világainkra, ajtókat belső útjainkhoz. Hol képet kapsz, hol gondolatbonbont, nyugtalanító kérdést; hol egy üde ötletet, felszabadító élcet. Tizenhárom történet, tizenhárom feledhetetlen élmény, mely elkísér!
This is a Hungarian anthology that I've read in Hungarian. I'll provide a translation for the short story titles, but it's just my approximation, not an official one.
I generally hate short stories, for reasons outlined in some of my other reviews about anthologies. This was written by a writer I like to read from, and was highly recommended by some people I value the opinion of.
Esővágy means the longing for rain.
Jóvágású vérfarkas nősülne / Handsome werewolf looking for a wife ****
It's a fun little story, relatively well written, with a good amount of humour. Death rebels against his duty, and our werewolf protagonist has to deal with the situation of people not dying. He also has to keep his identity secret, and find the bitch that was so enticing at the last full moon. The story has some twists and turns, Death is hilarious, overall a nice experience.
Scar első bálja / Scar's first dance *
Boring, meaningless, consequence free. I usually say a short story can be good if they expand on an already existing universe. This happens in an existing universe (Szivárgó Sötétség / Bleeding Darkness from the same author), but expands on nothing. The characters act in the exact way we expect them to, the little colony is the same little, cramped, poor speck of unimportatness of the galaxy.
Hogyan ölne Jung? / How would Jung kill? ***
An interesting story about trauma, set in a near future world of automation and virtual reality games. Did the father do those things? Did the son? Did they even happen? We'll never know, probably, unless I ask the author, but I'm not sure it's important. It's a good mapping of the inner psyche of someone dealing with some seriously repressed shit from childhood, and how a seemingly perfect life can be an extremely thin veil.
A mágia ára / The price of magic **
Casting a spell will shrivel one of your body parts (selected at random or at the whim of a god) after some god had enough of too much magic being spent in the mortal realm, so magic became extremely sought after and expensive, since a magic user, which is hereditary, has to give up something potentially important to effect the change. The story is not about that, but the naivety of younglings. It's alright, even enjoyable, but not a long term something, wouldn't work well as a longer story.
Az emlékkufár / The memory pedlar *
A story about parallel dimensions, and regret, and that would be just fine (though not scientific in the least), but the main part is some kind of religious philosophizing about fate and the devil and it's just really not my thing. The added sprinkles of self pity about womanhood and gurrrl pwr!!!, which is a recurring theme with the author didn't help.
Sose szólj be varázslónak! / Never insult a wizard! ****
A petty thief is turned into a lizard, then helps the prince achieve stuff in grand adventures. It's a play on the "the treasure was the friendship you found on the way" trope, but it's well written, good humour, imaginative challenges and solutions. Nice, easy read.
Ébredés / Awakening ***
These orcs are not those orcs. A story about a primitive orcish person integrating into normal society, severing the ties with his demonic overlords. Well written, though not too imaginative in the other characters.
Csak mi, lélekharcosok / Only us, fighters for the soul **
Long, not too interesting, and way too psychology insider. The author has education in the area, so I have to take her word on this one. I didn't find the struggle too interesting or relatable at all. How a great psychologists finds God, or some godlike presence to ease the hardship of caring for people's souls, paralleled by a pastor doing something similar.
Nyolc négyzetméter a világ / Eight square meters the world **
Witty. The definition of witty, in fact. Puts a mild smile on your face, but that's about it. Smart homes taken to the extreme, with self aware and sentient appliances.
Orkszar- és barackillat / The smell of orcschit and peach ****
Through some quantum shittery Budapest is overrun by historical and fictional beings, including Plato, Da Vinci, orcs, mages, vampires, romance novel protagonists and who knows what else. How would the modern world deal with this? Well, not like this, but it's an entertaining read. It was fun to read about the fantasy elements exclusive to Hungarian RPG culture. But I have to say, if the RPG influence also included the vampires, no barrier or blockade would have stopped Cain from taking over the world.
Some romance and character advancement is also included.
Mentsd meg Krisztust! / Save Christ! *
They say this story has good humour in it. I didn't find it. There's some handwaving time travel stuff to get people into ancient times, then some more stuff about aliens and cosmic war, but the main part is about religious experiences, self sacrifice, it's a big mess, really.
Dajkamese / I'm not even sure about the correct translation because I'm not even sure about what it means *
A bunch of nonsense, feelgood stuff about the importance of women, which falls extremely flat. Thankfully it's short.
Esővágy / Longing for the rain **
Hard to say much about it. It's tied to some other books of the author, and gender segregated magic is at play. A blind girl is supposed to make huge rain, and we are lead to believe that virginity is important. But in the end, it's not. Hard to imagine people there didn't figure it out that the scale of the fuck is what counts, not virginity. Enjoyable read, good characterization, but in the end, kinda meaningless.
Ó, On Sai fantasztikus, mint mindig! Persze nem minden novella ragadott el egyformán, de egész biztos vagyok benne, hogy ezt a kötetet is fogom még újraolvasni (mint valamennyit....). Mosolyogtam, ahogy Hali a lábát áztatta, a kis (?) mágust megkönnyeztem, ahogy Ezüstöt is (még jó, hogy nem volt velem a gyerek, mikor elolvastam, azon is kibukott, mikor a Calderonon nyilvánosan kacarásztam, hogy a könnyeimet törölgetem a távolsági buszon, valószínűleg némi szemforgatást ezzel is kiérdemeltem volna), vigyorogtam Ribin és az ő bolond hercegén: "milyen csók?", és jó volt megismerkedni a 14 éves Scarral (a Szivárgó sötétséget is újra kell már olvasni...) Szóval... Hogyan is írta az egyik blogger az Esővágy blogturnéján? Hogy eljutott oda, hogy bármit el lehet adni neki On Sai nevével? Teljes mértékben egyetértek. S eddig még nem csalódtam :)
On Sai is one the greates female Hungarian authors, she has so many good writings and manages to write so many good jokes but still can be weird and serious sometimes!
Van köztük olyan, amelyik létező mintákat használ fel, megcsavarva. A népmesék, néphiedelmek félig komolyan vett, félig parodisztikus átalakítása például rendszerint meghálálja a fáradságot. Más novellák a zsidó-keresztény mitológia alakjait, elemeit használják fel. Olyan novellák is bekerültek a kötetbe, amelyek alternatív, utópisztikus vagy disztópikus világban játszódnak.