The Acts of My Mother

András Forgách

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(Penguin Canada)

Blending fact and fiction, The Acts of My Mother is the story of how, almost thirty years after the fall of communism in Hungary, András Forgách found out that his mother, whom he loved deeply, had been an informant for the Kádár regime and had informed not only on acquaintances, but also on family, friends and even her children. In a work of heartbreaking intensity and nuance, Forgách must confront the truth about the woman who was simultaneously an informant as well as a tender and loveable mother, a victim and a perpetrator, someone to be both pitied and scorned. It pulls back the shroud of secrecy on her complex relationship with her husband, her continuous homesickness and desire to return to her homeland, Palestine, and her devotion to communism and the anti-Zionist feelings that it provoked in her. Forgách dares to give a voice to his deceased mother, hold her responsible for her deeds — and, as her son, defend cherished memories of her as his mother.

A work of secrets and lies, The Acts of My Mother sheds light on socialist Hungary in the '70s and '80s; it is simultaneously a vivid description of a claustrophobic era, an evisceration of bureaucratic stupidity and a heartbreakingly sharp-yet-loving portrait of the author's relationship with his parents. (From Penguin Canada)

From the book

Mrs. Pápai arrived at the meeting right on time. The gentlemen were fifteen minutes late, for which they humbly and repeatedly apologized before greeting Mrs. Pápai with a bouquet of flowers on the occasion of her sixtieth birthday. All of this occurred on Batthy​ány Square. The gentlemen were still apologize when Mrs. ​Pápai, with a flick of her hand, brushed aside any further protestation, and with a disarming smile, an unmistakable accent and a melodic voice, which together accentuated the charm of her pronouncement, said among the swirling snowflakes (which by the way, the report neglected to mention): 'May this be the biggest problem, gentlemen.' True, she in fact addressed the gentlemen as 'comrades.' But in the interests of the solemnity this story merits, let us stick with 'gentlemen,' which is, after all, more in keeping with the compliments the men extended alongside the lovely bouquet.

From The Acts of My Mother by András Forgách ©2018. Published by Hamish Hamilton.