They Were Counted (The writing on the wall) Paperback – 9 Feb 1999
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'Fascinating. He writes about his quirky border lairds and squires and the high misty forest ridges and valleys of Transylvania with something of the ache that Czeslaw Milosz brings to the contemplation of his lost Eden' -- W. L. Webb * Guardian * 'A genuine case of a rediscovered classic. The force of Banffy's enthusiasm produced an effect rather like that of the best Trollope novels - but coming from a past world that now seems excitingly exotic' * Times Literary Supplement * 'This epic Hungarian novel, absorbing both for its exploration of human nature and its study of the decline of the Austro-Hungarian Empire ... weaves social and political themes into Banffy's powerful tale' * Daily Telegraph *
Shooting parties in great country houses, turbulent scenes in parliament and the luxury life in Budapest provide the backdrop for this gripping, prescient novel, forming a chilling indictment of upper-class frivolity and political folly in which good manners cloak indifference and brutality. Abady becomes aware of the plight of a group of Romanian mountain peasants and champions their cause, while Gyeroffy dissipates his resources at the gaming tables, mirroring the decline of the Austro-Hungarian empire itself.See all Product description
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Part One opens with Count Balint Abady, a young member of the Hungarian Parliament, going to attend a large party held at the castle of a neighbouring member of the aristocracy - it will be beautifully described later - , and for the first two chapters we are swamped by the other people who attended it. I jotted down some 35 names before I gave up as new people kept on being named - a really forbidding beginning, and only the favourable reviews written by other readers on the Amazon site kept me going. At the beginning of Part Two there is a shooting party at another castle, and more than a dozen further new names are introduced. Many of these people belong to inter-related families; but, unless the reader is willing to skim over this, he will have to work out, bit by bit, even until quite late in the novel, in what way they are connected; and even then it is not always clear: family trees would have been very welcome. In my opinion the book would have been very much better if a large number of the lesser characters which throng its pages had been eliminated.
There are many passages about Hungarian politics - for example about the difficult relationship between the Hungarian and the Austrian halves of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Since 1867 the Hungarians were supposed to be equal partners, with separate governments but, to their resentment, there is a common army which they feel is controlled by the Austrians. In Part Two we learn about the scandalous events in the Hungarian Parliament on "the 18th November" (year not given, though it is 1904), which seem to be well known to Hungarian readers, but what exactly was at stake here or later in the book will not be at all clear to readers who are not familiar with Hungarian history in general and that of Transylvania in particular. There are, for example, references to a Memorandum Trial which is not otherwise explained. (It had in fact led to the imprisonment in 1892 of a number of Romanians for having published a Memorandum demanding of national representation for their people.) Banffy, who had himself been elected to the Hungarian Parliament in 1901, makes clear that he disapproved of the policy of the Hungarian Prime Minister, Count Tisza, positively detested the rabble of the opposition which secured a majority in 1905, and was opposed to the government imposed by the Crown later that year and to the temporary suspension the Hungarian Constitution early in 1906.
We are given a picture of the life-style and etiquette (at balls, at hunting parties, at card games, at duels) of this narrow and introverted aristocratic circle, their lives punctuated by one glittering party after another, with stiff footmen in attendance, where passions have to conveyed discreetly, where talk was shallow and where gossip was rife, and where the men who did not dance gambled heavily at card tables. As in other novels of the period, financial ruin threatens some of these nobles. We meet various obsequious and not-to-be trusted hangers-on. Attitudes are feudal, hierarchical and snobbish. Balint alone has something of a social conscience and cares about the Romanian peasants on his estate. The other aristocrats are scarcely conscious of them. All this while Austria-Hungary is weakened by internal tensions between the two halves of the Empire (and also between the Hungarian ruling class and the Romanian population in Transylvania); and the Hungarian parliamentarians are so caught up in these internal disputes that they pay no attention the threats to the Empire from outside.
Eventually the book will revolve principally around only a small handful of the huge cast of characters: Balint Abady (in love with the unhappily married Adrienne Uzdy, - a subtle portrait); his cousin Laszlo Gyeroffi (in love with Klara Kollonich, whose father and step-mother intend her to marry someone of a more exalted social standing).
Their love stories, with their tortuous courses full of understandings and misunderstandings, will then sail along far more readably and indeed grippingly, though they will frequently be interrupted by politics, or by lyrical descriptions of Banffy's beloved Transylvanian landscapes at the different seasons of the year, and of the exteriors and interiors of the many manors which are the settings of the events in the book. A subplot about a scoundrel of an Austrian officer, Egon Wickwitz, will merge with that of Balint and Laszlo.
The characters of these two cousins diverge more and more: Balint remaining noble, idealistic and with a strong sense of patriarchal duty, while Laszlo drifted into reckless self-destruction. The ending of this first volume of the Trilogy leaves much in the air, and some readers will want to go immediately to the second volume (They Were Found Wanting) and to the third (They Were Divided). I may do this myself eventually; but for the moment I am rather exhausted by a novel which, for all its many qualities, is rather long drawn out and presents the other difficulties to which I have already referred.
I recommend buying the print edition, rather than reading on Kindle, as there is a huge cast of characters and the print edition has a Who's Who at the beginning which is easy to turn back to when you lose track of them. It also has 'Then and Now' maps of Central Europe to assist modern readers place the action, but I wish it also had a Historical Note to help us through the political history of the region. (You can still enjoy the novels even if you skip some of the narrative about the political struggles.)
We get through this book to live in a life of unbelievable splendour, huge palaces and castles, estates of thousands of hectares, affairs, unrequited love, parties where the dancing was frenetic and gave brief moments for unmarried romance, rarely ceasing before dawn. Fortunes made and lost in the Casino at cards. Duels, shooting, hunting, high politics, music. We meet glamorous countesses, princesses, even the Royal Family and learn about the world of the rich and privileged and the marriage market where, as was happening in Great Britain at this time, a long lineage and a title were traded for a handsome dowry if no marriage of equals could be found.
The cast list is quite long and the sub-plots are many which is why it is so difficult to put down because there is so much suspense and one just has to keep turning the pages to find out what is happening. The introductions by Paddy Fermor and the translators are fascinating in themselves. I considered myself fairly well read but I had no idea of quite what a magnificent lifestyle these aristocrats had. I assume that survived the First War and only came to an end with Soviet occupation but I am now absolutely hooked on the region and the wealth that existed there.
This really ranks as a superb novel, every bit as good as Tolstoy but more modern (and just as long).