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A small community in rural Hungary is unsettled. One man has too much control over the place, with too much influence on the work done there, and over all the lives lived there. His effect is still felt, even though he has been dead for over a year. So whether you are the man itching to finish a swindle and leave with the proceedings, or the doctor, confined by will to a chair at his window, making the most personal, immaculate notes about the whole existence of the community, or the housewife whose loins still mourn the influence of said man, you are unsettled - especially when the dead man is said to be returning...
That is a delicious premise, and something from which the author could have gone anywhere. For some reason, where it led me to was to be a bit more scientific than usual in saying why it left me feeling it deserved only a low moderate rating. Let's start with the style - I didn't mind the long, complex sentences and the fact that each twenty- or thirty-page chapter was made of just one paragraph. I am used to convoluted modernism.
What was a problem was that the characters seemed completely interchangeable - to the extent that at the sort-of titular dance, the author seems to make a mistake and pair the wrong people together. This harms the book when it's partly about the flawed nature of everyone, and whether this is down to the mysterious man or not. The doctor notifies us of all the bed-hopping, and so on, but one leaves the pages with little in the way of a clear eye to the occupants or the community - so much is made of the metalled road and the track, and a couple of locations, but one can't define it mentally.