A Mountain to the North, a Lake to the South, Paths to the West, a River to the East

Reviews

"The universality of Krasznahorkai’s vision rivals that of Gogol’s Dead Souls and far surpasses all the lesser concerns of contemporary writing." — W.G. Sebald

"One of the most mysterious artists now at work." — Colm Tóibín

"Krasznahorkai has come up with his own original forms—there is nothing else like them in contemporary literature." — Adam Thirlwell, The New York Review of Books

"In the fiction of László Krasznahorkai, man struggles to achieve infinity only to find madness as his consolation prize. In A Mountain to the North, a Lake to the South, Paths to the West, a River to the East, the pretty grandson of a prince seeks a mythical garden that haunts his every waking moment. His search leads him through a labyrinthine and seemingly abandoned monastery, whose astonishing beauty and inevitable decay the author painstakingly details." — Alex Watkins, Vulture

"Best known for his dense, entropic fictions and grubby, Gogolian characters, Laszlo Krasznahorkai will surprise longtime readers with the cosmic serenity of his latest...Gorgeously translated by Ottilie Mulzet." — Dustin Illingworth, The New York Times

"In the fictions of László Krasznahorkai, everything is withheld and nothing is disclosed…The feeling this elicits in the reader, in turn, in one of permanent approach, like the trudge across a vast expanse toward a distant village that never seems to get any closer. This is not the work of authorial malice, but an earnest attempt to conscript the reader to share in mutual incomprehensibility, the abject failure at true knowledge that belongs equally to all humanity." — Jared Marcel Pollen, Astra Magazine

"Across his career, the Hungarian novelist László Krasznahorkai has proven that he’s more than capable of tackling big, thorny ideas...his novels are meant to unsettle, caution, and provoke. A Mountain to the North is pleasantly lighter...but still retains the same thematic grandeur. Here, Krasznahorkai is offering perspective more than politics. He has a worldview to show us, so it falls upon us to, “simply look, and be silent.”" — Dylan Cook, Cleaver Magazine

"The book considers the extraordinarily precarious existence of the garden, which the omniscient narrator makes painstakingly clear depends on “infinitely complex forces,” on the unlikely succession of one unlikely moment after another, on germination, wind direction, weather conditions, and so on. Krasznahorkai evinces a wide-eyed appreciation of these occurrences, of this 'bafflingly complicated system of nature’s ongoing dreadful happenstance.'" — Cory Oldweiler, Los Angeles Review of Books

"This is a book preoccupied with infinity. Krasznahorkai’s project, it seems, is to thwart the passing of time through a program of looking. It takes millions of years of chance occurrences to make a bird in its perfect machinery and just a moment for it to be destroyed, impossible to be remade." — Laura Preston, The Believer

"Come for the gorgeous cover art (a collision, it seems, of Soviet constructivism and — fittingly — a transitional, liminal time of day); stay for the masterful woodwork." — Annabel J, Powells

"By turns beguiling dream and elusive allegory, it is an object lesson in both scale and perspective, masterfully juggling orders of magnitude across time and space. That such enormity can be contained in little over 100 pages is perhaps nothing short of a miracle." — Bryan Karetnyk, Financial Times

"Give it the time and attention it deserves and it will stay with you for the rest of your life." — Tamar Drukker, Litro Magazine