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Posted Monday, October 20, 2003


As I bought each successive newspaper that night, their reviews seemed to get worse and worse, culminating in a violent attack in The Sunday Times by Communist renegade Arthur Koestler -- who later hanged himself, though not because of the ungenerous review he had given to my book.



October 20, 2003 (Monday)
London - Budapest (Hungary)

BRITISH Airways flight to Budapest. First time here in twenty-five years or more.

The last time I was here, in about 1979, the Janos Kádár regime was still in power. I had visited Hungary half a dozen times researching the anti-Communist insurrection of 1956. My resulting book Uprising appeared in October 1981, a sad year for the family, and I still remember driving around London's East End in the Rolls all night on the Saturday before the book was published in London, on tragic family business, and then stopping the car occasionally to pick up the early editions of the Sunday newspapers as they appeared, eager to see what the reviewers had to say.

Post-war Hungary was a departure from my normal subject -- WWII, and I know that my regular readers did not like it. Nor did the reviewers, and as I bought each successive newspaper that night, their reviews seemed to get worse and worse, culminating in a violent attack in The Sunday Times by Communist renegade Arthur Koestler -- who later hanged himself [see below], though not because of the ungenerous review he had given my book -- and The Observer's review by Neal Ascherson, the impartial tone of which can be assessed from its title, "A Bucketful of Slime."

What these two, and others like them, resented, was the list of dramatis personae published at the beginning of the book at the suggestion of my editor at the London publisher Hodder & Stoughton; he had asked that I should specifically identify the religion of each person, whether Calvinist, Jewish or Catholic, as this detail seemed to play an important part in the unfolding story: indeed it did, and as it turned out that the top Communist leaders, secret police chiefs, and torturers; and the most despicable intellectuals in the story were all Jewish, which the heroes were almost without exception not, I can well understand the squirming that went on in the Koestler/Ascherson households.


I GLIMPSED the spare, balding figure of Mr Ascherson in the public gallery of Courtroom 73 on several days of the Lipstadt trial in 2000, and particularly on Judgment Day, when no doubt they came, like the carrion that feast on the battlefields, to gloat. Their articles are long since waste-paper -- the ink off them has dribbled back into the gutter from whence they fill their pens; my books however prevail, and will continue to do so into the coming centuries. Just see the prices offered for them on the Internet!

UprisingOn the plane to Budapest, I take out and read the Introduction I wrote to Uprising. The first time I have read it in a quarter-century; it is as though it was written by a different man; as, in a strictly biological sense, it was, of course. All of our bodily cells renew themselves each seven years, so I am nearly four cell-generations distant from the David Irving who wrote the book. No matter, the writing then was strong, and it still is; my eyes may fail, but not my spirit. Not yet.

At Budapest airport at two p.m.: I am met by publisher Tibor, and driver (Tibor too, a burly ex policeman). The city's suburbs sprawl, and are the ugliest I have yet seen: nothing in them has changed since the Fifties, nor probably since before then either. Filth, squalor, peeling stucco, graffiti, stray dogs, exposed brickwork, grim faces, dust everywhere.

As for the book's promotion, Tibor tells me the familiar story: local televisions stations have cancelled attendance at tomorrow's book launch, bookstores are reluctant to take the book, distributors making problems. A radio and TV interview are still lined up.

The Labour Party are back in power. The last prime minister here was a self-confessed member of the hated AVÓ, the secret police. "And Jewish?" I venture, and the driver nods. Most of the AVÓ leadership and officer corps were Jewish: which is why the worker's insurrection started on October 23, 1956 as a pogrom. If these funkcionáriusok are coming back into power, the wheel is swinging full circle.

At the Ibis hotel, formerly the Volga Hotel, by three p.m. The hotel is of the worst possible ex-Soviet style. The room's phone lines are dead, the staff are surly. Ten days here is going to be worse than Pentonville.

By six p.m. I have checked out into a different hotel. Publisher Tibor tells me that we have already lost two more locations, at Györ and Szeged; the hall managements capitulated under pressure. Never mind, alternatives have long been booked for just this eventuality. We know the people we are up against, the same old Traditional Enemies of Free Speech that I have been fighting for thirty years or more.


 [Previous Radical's Diary] [William Murphy tells us how Arthur Koestler really killed himself]

More on Koestler:

"In the 1970s Koestler was made a Commander of the Order of the British Empire and a Companion of Literature. Facing incurable illness - Parkinson's disease and terminal leukemia - and as a lifelong advocate of euthanasia, Koestler took his own life with his wife, who, however, was perfectly healthy. Koestler died of a drug overdose - death was reported on March 3, 1983. In her suicide note Cynthia Koestler wrote, "I cannot live without Arthur, despite certain inner resources."- Koestler was married three times: Dorothy Asher (1935-50), Mamaine Paget (1950-52), and Cynthia Jefferies (1965-83). He also had several affairs - but his one one-night stand with Simone de Beauvoir in Paris was for both of them something they did not want to repeat."


"Arthur Koestler: The Homeless Mind by David Cesarani (2000) .- Note: David Cesarani claims in his book The Homeless Mind (1998), that Koestler raped several women in the 1950s (from the newspaper Helsingin Sanomat, 31.12.1998). One of his victims was, according to Cesarini, Jill Craigie, married to the Labor M.P. Michael Foot. Craigie's account had similarities with a scene from Koestler's novel Arrival and Departure (1943). After the publication the book Koestler's statue at the Edinburgh University was removed to safer place to avoid vandalistic attacks."



David Irving: Uprising (free book download) | some early reviews
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