Hungary of the early 1930s seem to resemble a lot my country, Lebanon, in the early 2020s, maybe even from 1990s to-date.
The opening pages set the tone of the book; they even reveal pretty much the unfolding of the novel. Pista, a Cultural Adviser in the city of Zsarátnok, is elected to the higher post of Town Clerk. The first pages paint him as a dreamer, as someone taken by his own thoughts and reflections, with ideas and ambitions and with a level-headed understanding of the small political starting to form around him. His wife is the pragmatic; despite being confined to house duties, she understands real life, politics, influence and she understands what drives people. All throughout, she will continue to offer sound advice to her husband. She knows her husband is already swimming in an ocean of sharks, she is doubtful about his ability to take on that world and she intervenes in the small arena where she can intervene: Pista's family, his Relations. She knows they will bring him down.
Not much plot development happens in the story; all throughout, Pista is trying to understand the shady businesses the city might be involved in, who holds power and how and why and what can be done for the peasants after the years following the crash of 1929.
Despite Pista seeming politically clean, I didn't warm up to him. Pista, after reflecting for long on an idea, proposes it, only to see it quickly shot down; he doesn't advance further, he retreats again into daydreaming or intellectual acrobatics and frequently, ends his proposal or his argument with laughter. He frequently laughs throughout the book, it's irritating.
Pista seems to have been modeled, in a large part, on Móricz himself. Móricz was also concerned with the plight of the farmers, with the backwardness that was Hungary of the 1920s and 1930s, was a believer in reforms, though, much like Pista, wasn't able to advance reforms.
I wonder if this book is Móricz's synthesis about how reforms can be made in the real world; I wonder if he's telling the reader, yes morals and ethics and knowledge of the laws are the pillars of democracy, but democracy is run by people and if we don't calculate our moves, if we don't chose the right alliances, understand how power is wrought, how to rein our Relations (which seems to have been the Hungarian plague at one time), who stands to gain and lose and by how much, reforms have no chance to advance, propelled by the unique torque of ethics and values.
In my opinion, this is the strong claim of the book, coming from the wisdom of the Mayor, who managed to stay in his post for 38 years because, although he respected and valued his Relations, he never once let them mix with his running of the city.
Lebanese politicians take note.