Sunday, June 23, 2024

Diary of a Madwoman

Csáth - Brestyánszki - Dömötör
diving in Géza Csáth's opus


Géza Csáth - R. B. Brestyánszki - András Dömötör: Diary Of A Madwoman

descending based on the writings of Géza Csáth

We all carry the seeds from which fairytale trees, woods and jungles may spring... 


Hermina G. Erdélyi


Ervin Pálfi Jászai and Pataki Ring-winning actor

A (the younger dangerous boy, lunatic, doctor, etc.).

Attila Szőke

B (older dangerous boy, lunatic, doctor, etc.).

Csaba Ralbovszki

C (Philip, doctor, Csáth)

Andor Kovács Nemes

D (surgeon, lunatic, doctor)

Mónika Pesitz

Otherwise, everyone is Csáth anyway





Saša Senković (guest)           

Costume design

Erika Janovics (guest)           


Ernő Verebes (guest)           


Dr. Zoltán Sági

Prompter / stage manager

Georgina Engi

Assistant director

Szabina Kovács




András Dömötör mv


2010/2011, the Fourth opening night of the Hungarian Company

Co-production of the Hungarian Company of National Theatre in Subotica and the Thalia Theatre in Budapest.
Budapest premiére in the Thalia Theatre: May 25, 2011 05. 25. 
Subotica premiére on "Jadran" stage: May 31, 2011 05. 31.


The insane woman really lived, even her name is known. Her diary is being organized and analysed in the book of dr. József Brenner (who entered the history of literature as penman Géza Csáth), entitled The psychic mechanism of mental illness.

Thus, the story of Miss G. is not fiction, although Csáth himself was surprised at the literary value of his writings. Obviously, not the fantastic world of the texts caught him in the first place.  "Is it possible that this monograph of Csáth is at least as intimately his own, as his short stories and other writings?" - Miklós Mészöly asks, probably righfully. Is it possible that there is some kind of a secret relationship between the world of the patient and the physician-writer?
Besides the screenplay, the monograph, the basis of the performance comprises the short stories, diaries, other essays and letters, and it takes us intentionally on a fictive trip to parallel worlds.

Miklós Mészöly: Reason without a playmate (excerpts)

... It is possible that this monograph of Csáth is at least as intimately his own, as his short stories and other writings? Is the thing he discusses here this way not the sharply clear-cut disclosure, also rational-logical interpretation of the experience of existence and life that provides the chilling charm for his best writings? (...)

Csáth is inherently a multi-talented figure. This usually remains a fortuitous treasure, but in his case it becomes an instrument, an internal obligation to expand the boundaries of life-affirmation and cognition to a breaking point. (...)

Csáth is an unusual phenomenon; he is the most naked mystery of literature at the turn of the century. (...) ... he is not willing or able to compromise in thronging the experiences of reality. He is always attracted by borderlines with an overwhelming force, even to the point of self-destruction - with the interpolation of an important 'up' particle. Nothing is explicit in Csáth, and if possible, it is even more devilishly not such as in case of his few contemporary relatives - whom we used to call 'knights of mist'. The question is what is meant by this. (...) He is at home in the atmosphere of a vision in which phenomena and facts, internal and external standards are contributions to a single reality and experience. And integration is possible exclusively into this one, basically virtual singleness. (...)

The 'ad absurdum' accepted understanding tumbles at this point in order for us not to become unworthy to it through compromising. Meanwhile, the "lie" becomes destroyed, the lie that is able to humanize, domesticate life in a way to make the beast of ultimate truth appear in it - tamed. The tragedy of Csáth is that he didn't find, didn't dare to discover a playmate to reason.