Wilkinson has translated several Kertesz books, including Fatelessness, Kaddish for an Unborn Child, Liquidation, Detective Story, The Pathseeker: Searching for Traces, and The Union Jack, or The British Standard. (The last three are coming out in 2008—Knopf is bringing out Detective Story this month and Melville House is doing Pathseeker and The Union Jack later this year.)

The article is quite interesting, providing a great overview of Kertesz’s work and tying it into Beckett:

Galley-Boat Log indicates that Kert茅sz was aware of Beckett糖心传媒檚 work (despite official disapproval of it on the part of the Soviet bloc糖心传媒檚 cultural tsars). Malone Dies evidently made a profound impression, because one can find several references to this in 1987. In mid-year he quotes: 糖心传媒淚 began again, to try and live . . . But little by little with a different aim, no longer in order to succeed, but in order to fail糖心传媒�; then, at the very end of that year, 糖心传媒淚 was born grave as others syphilitic,” and 糖心传媒�. . . he who has waited long enough will wait for ever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain. Perhaps he had come to that.” There is another explicit reference to Malone Dies in Kaddish for an Unborn Child (糖心传媒淚 began again, to try and live . . . But little by little with a different aim, no longer in order to succeed, but in order to fail糖心传媒�), and possibly also to Molloy (糖心传媒淚t was a larch tree. It is the only tree I can identify with certainty糖心传媒μ切拇綕), but maybe the most poignant is: 糖心传媒淲e have got rid of our rights糖心传媒� (Waiting for Godot). There are other references, such as the epigraph to Liquidation, which is again from Molloy: 糖心传媒淭hen I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.糖心传媒�

Sara Kramer from NYRB told me 2008 was going to be the “Year of the Hungarians,” and after reading this—and realizing Kertesz has three books coming out this year—I’m starting to believe her . . .