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SATANTANGO

László Krasznahorkai

Translated from the Hungarian by George Szirtes

A New Directions Book

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Originally published in Hungarian as Sátántango in 1985.

Published by arrangement with S. Fischer Verlag, Frankfurt, agents for László Krasnahorkai.

Manufactured in the United States of America

Published simultaneously in Canada by Penguin Books Canada Ltd.

New Directions Books are printed on acid-free paper.

First published as a New Directions Book in 2012

Design by Erik Rieselbach

Cover design by Paul Sahre

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

New Directions Books are published for James Laughlin

by New Directions Publishing Corporation,

80 Eighth Avenue, New York 10011

In that case, I’ll miss the thing by waiting for it. —FK

The First Part

News of Their Coming

One morning near the end of October not long before the first drops of the mercilessly long autumn rains began to fall on the cracked and saline soil on the western side of the estate (later the stinking yellow sea of mud would render footpaths impassable and put the town too beyond reach) Futaki woke to hear bells. The closest possible source was a lonely chapel about four kilometers southwest on the old Hochmeiss estate but not only did that have no bell but the tower had collapsed during the war and at that distance it was too far to hear anything. And in any case they did not sound distant to him, these ringing-booming bells; their triumphal clangor was swept along by the wind and seemed to come from somewhere close by (“It’s as if they were coming from the mill . . .”). He propped himself on his elbows on the pillow so as to

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