Introduction by László Krasznahorkai There are places where the rain never ceases, where silence is louder than words, where human beings walk through the endless gray without knowing if they are alive or already ghosts of themselves. I have written of such villages in Hungary, but now, in another land, the same despair finds its mirror: houses sagging under … [Read more...] about László Krasznahorkai’s Satantango Reimagined in America