Peter Esterhazy was born in Budapest in 1950 and has a degree in mathematics.This is a highly original book, though the author, as so often with tongue in cheek, lists dozens of writers he has quoted. It is in the line of novels such as 'Tristram Shandy' with its quirks of narrative and often riotous humour (I'm surprised Rabelais is not quoted among the sources) and 'Ulysses' with its stream- of- consciousness style, which results in a fluid and surprisingly compelling narrative.
The basic theme is Esterhazy's search for the true identity of his parents (his father was a direct descendent of the aristocrat who employed Haydn) set against a history of Hungary over the last two centuries (this is only sketched in and never weighs the book down). The novel is full of surprises, quirky changes of plot - not least, the fact that his parents' origins change from one paragraph to the next.
There is a further surprise when, just halfway through the book, the narrative style becomes simpler, more focused and completely chronological. The author's attitude to his parents become unequivocally warm-hearted without his losing any of his wit. If one is at all perplexed on a first acquaintance with this book, one could even start reading Part II first! Esterhazy's love of language is contagious - and a special mention should be made of the translator, who conveys all the inventiveness of the language and the puns so well that one would never guess English wasn't the original language.
Peter Esterhazy would be my favourite for the Nobel Literature Prize - several lesser authors have won it in the last decade alone.