Új Pedagógiai Szemle

The essay evokes the great Hungarian writer, Mór Jókai, who was born in 1825, two hundred years ago, and enthusiastic commemorations and celebratory greetings were written about him on the anniversary. But it is as if these writings suggested that Jókai only existed, but that his books are no longer alive today, and cannot be read. And there was a distinguished literary figure who said this rather bluntly. Where could he have done it more unworthily than in the writer's hometown, precisely in connection with the anniversary. The author takes offense at this, mostly by reporting on his fresh experience of Jókai's texts, with quotes, trying to convey that this literature has not only not become obsolete, but that by reading it we would also come closer to understanding the present in which we live, since the history of the struggle with national destiny is by no means over. Not to mention the vicissitudes of human character. And that Jókai was an influencer of his own time, a writer of a NETFLIX series. And a slammer too. While he is a great figure of romance. In the best quality.