When I read my first Magda Szabó book – The Door – three years ago, I wasn’t particularly blown away by it (minority opinion, I know) for reasons I highlighted in my review. And yet there was much to commend in that novel and certainly an appetite to sample more of her work. That opportunity came along this month thanks to the wonderful #NYRBWomen23 reading project, whose August selections included Élisabeth Gille’s brilliant The Mirador and Szabo’s Iza’s Ballad, the latter so good that it is another strong contender for my year-end list.
In the final few chapters of this brilliant but incredibly sad novel is a flashback to a conversation between Vince on his deathbed and his doting nurse Lidia where he reminisces about his life and relationships. He particularly recalls how his daughter Iza, whom he respects and admires, hated listening to a particular ballad when she was a child. The ballad was a beautiful one from his student days but he could never sing it to Iza “because she would immediately burst into tears and plead for the dead character to be brought to life again.” Iza deplored sad stories as a child and as she grows up into a young woman she abhors dwelling on or discussing the past, preferring instead to look ahead to the future with her razor-sharp focus, discipline, and unnerving energy.
But Iza will pay dearly for this single-minded vision, her stubborn denial to acknowledge any other worldview other than her own. The reference to this ballad (lending the novel its name) is an embodiment of Iza’s frozen personality, her refusal to accept the intricacies of life with all its joys and sorrows that form the essence of any human experience, and more importantly in failing to understand her mother Ettie, a heartbreaking mother-daughter relationship replete with misunderstandings that form the kernel of this stunningly written novel.
Iza’s Ballad opens with Ettie receiving news about her beloved husband Vince’s death. Ettie at the time is toasting bread and through this seemingly simple task, Szabó cleverly gives a glimpse into Ettie’s personality first before going into the details of Vince’s illness and death – her discomfort with modern electrical appliances and gadgets which she views with a modicum of suspicion given her rural roots.
Three years earlier Iza had sent them a clever little machine that plugged into the wall and made the bread come out a pale pink; she’d turned the contraption this way and that, examined it for a while, then stowed it on the bottom shelf of the kitchen cupboard, never to use it again. She didn’t trust machines, but then she didn’t trust things as basic as electricity. If there was a prolonged power cut or if lightning had disabled the circuit, she would take down the branched copper candelabrum from the top of the sideboard where the candles were always ready in case the lights went out, and would carry the delicate flame-tipped ornament through the kitchen and into the hall, raising it high above her head the way a tame old stag carries its tines.
We learn that Vince was terminally ill, a fact that Iza deliberately chose to keep from him although he knew something was amiss. But Iza does not conceal this from Ettie and while Iza in her cold, clinical way tries to prepare her mother for this eventuality, Ettie understandably cannot quite accept it even though she does not question the diagnosis. As the reality of Vince’s death begins to sink in Ettie is paralysed by a deep sense of loss and also crippling uncertainty about how she would manage alone. Trying to come to terms with the finality of Vince’s absence, Ettie harks back to the past, to their marriage, and the trials and tribulations that the couple had to face and overcome. We learn that Vince is a respected judge but is subsequently ousted from his post on account of his political beliefs. The humiliation is immense but the family soldiers on as does Iza who is protective of her parents never blaming them for those twenty-three years of ignominy although she does play an instrumental role in Vince’s rehabilitation later.
In these early pages, we see how Iza and her parents come from very different worlds. Iza is a young, modern woman who holds great regard for progress and much contempt for sentimentality or going back to one’s roots. Vince and Ettie are relatively old-fashioned and have their own set ideas of the life they wish to lead, in sharp contrast to Iza’s, the clash of opinions pretty vivid in their disagreement over the couple’s choice of accommodation after Vince’s rehabilitation.
We also get a sense of the gulf between Iza and her parents in how they perceive each other. Both Vince and Ettie have a high regard for Iza, she’s a conscientious daughter who has never failed in her duty and has painstakingly taken care of her aged parents, and they are grateful to her for all that she has done for them, and yet there’s a dissonance, something spontaneous missing, a feeling that they ‘ought’ to be thankful without the right to complain or express their true feelings.
Meanwhile, as is characteristic of Iza, she takes charge of arranging Ettie’s life after Vince’s passing. Ettie will live with Iza in her Budapest flat, without having to worry about money and enjoying a period of much needed rest after the tumult and exhaustion of Vince’s illness. She makes arrangements to sell the family home in the village and efficiently settles various other matters. Ettie, poor thing, is ecstatic at first, she looks forward to spending quality time with her beloved daughter, but alas things unfold quite differently.
Now she really started crying: the relief, the sense of being saved and liberated, suddenly burst in on her. All those terrors, everything she was afraid of–empty evenings, pointless days, lodgers, long days with nothing to do–all these had come to nothing. By the time Iza came home from the surgery she would have everything prepared for her and they would spend all their free time together, as they did in her childhood.
The first days of adjustment in the big, bustling city of Budapest are particularly hard for Ettie who has spent most of her time in a village taking comfort in its familiarity and sense of community. Pest frightens her, and with Iza too immersed in her career and social life, Ettie’s sense of isolation only heightens.
Misunderstandings creep in. Beset by a desire to be useful to her daughter rather than a problem, Ettie tries to incorporate changes in their daily routine. She decides to take charge of the cooking, cleaning, and other household matters, but this leads to a clash with Iza’s cook and maid Teréz, who complains to Iza of Ettie’s unwelcome interference. Afraid of losing Teréz and her carefully planned and settled routine, Iza tells Ettie to back off. Ettie wishes to spend quality time with her daughter, chatting and reminiscing about those good old times, but Iza is dead tired after a demanding day of work and desires nothing but peace. Things take a darker turn when out of utter loneliness and longing for company, Ettie unwittingly strikes up a friendship with a prostitute and is subsequently mortified by her actions when Iza, horrified, ticks her off.
Teréz, sensing how untethered and rootless Ettie is, decides to involve her in the daily shopping out of compassion, a task that Ettie gratefully grabs with both hands. But this sense of self-worth is short-lived, and a deeper disillusionment manifests within her with the terrible realization that she’s more of a burden than a help.
Enmeshed in this main plotline, is the story of another important character, Iza’s ex-husband Antal. Antal makes an entry fairly early in the book (the first chapter in fact), and the first thing we learn about him is how the end of his marriage to Iza was his decision. We are told that one fine day, Antal suddenly decides to up and quit offering no explanation of his reason for divorce. Vince and Ettie, having developed a soft spot for Antal, are bewildered by this turn of events but quietly accept it, afraid to broach the subject with Iza, who appears to have taken it in her stride.
However, Antal takes centre stage somewhere in the middle of the book; a couple of chapters entirely devoted to him that reveal aspects of his personality and his life – his turbulent growing-up years following the loss of his parents and his transformation into a thoughtful, self-made man, his first impressions of Iza when she joins the same medical school (Antal is her senior) followed by courtship and marriage and various facets of the marriage itself. At that point, Antal’s reasons for divorcing Iza are not revealed although the reader can discern why.
One of the biggest strengths of the novel is Szabó’s superb characterization. Ettie and Iza are such brilliantly etched, fully realised characters, and Szabó particularly excels in showing how their diametrically opposite personas and outlook set the stage for heartache and tragedy. The two are as unalike as chalk and cheese. Ettie is warm, Iza is frozen. For Ettie the past is an anchor, while Iza is forward-thinking, her gaze settled on the future. Ettie craves companionship, Iza wants to be alone.
Uprooted from her house and the comforts of her earlier life, poor Ettie is overwhelmed and feels crushingly lost in an environment that has no place for her. Throughout the years, her status as a wife, a mother, and a homemaker had given her a sense of purpose as well as pride in her importance in her family life. After moving in with Iza, all that is wrenched from her in one swell swoop.
For starters, Ettie is not encouraged to grieve for her husband whom she deeply misses. As she transitions from village life to city life, the string of disappointments pile on. Most of her cherished furniture finds no place in Iza’s flat and is discarded, she is forbidden from taking charge of the cooking and cleaning, she spends most of her time travelling in trams in a state of complete bewilderment, or sits by the window staring out at nothing in particular. She is suspicious of modern conveniences and increasingly becomes afraid of getting into Teréz and Iza’s way.
Slowly and steadily, Ettie withdraws into a shell and becomes a shadow of her former self (“Maybe she was already dead and hadn’t noticed? Could a person die without being aware of it?”), her absolute loneliness drives her to find solace in her memories of Vince; indeed, Vince remains a potent force in the novel even after his death.
Vince was dead, Endrus was dead, the old town had gone, everything was gone. Even Vince’s illness, with all the horribly demanding tasks it entailed, with all its dreadful obligations and the constant gnawing fear that filled her days, seemed something to envy now.
Iza, meanwhile, is fierce, intelligent, and capable, but emotionally quite detached. Hence where her career looks bright, her relationships falter. Iza abhors any form of sadness filtering into her life, so much so that she refuses to be by Vince’s side during his final moments despite having taken complete charge of managing the practicalities of his illness. Her relationship with her parents is mostly built on admiration and respect on their part and duty on hers rather than genuine warmth. I do believe that Iza means well and loves her parents in her own way; her heart is in the right place when she decides to take in Ettie. Where Iza makes a colossal mistake is her insistence that her mother sticks to her own (Iza’s) terms without anticipating the damaging effect it will have on Ettie. Thus, because of her lack of empathy and imagination, she fails to perceive how excruciatingly tough it is for Ettie to adapt to her new reality.
Even in her medical career, Iza is brilliant in her diagnoses but lacks bedside manners. Iza’s approach to her work also sharply contrasts with that of Antal’s. In a project to transform a spa town and build a sanatorium, Iza’s zeal and passion are palpable in her fight to get various plans approved and build an impressive structure while Antal’s approach is more humane, his focus more on transforming the lives of the town’s inhabitants for the better. And yet, she is not entirely without feelings, we get a sense that she was deeply in love with Antal and was happy in the marriage in her own way, and still sometimes longs for Antal’s security after their divorce.
One of the most interesting features of the novel is the perspective or the prism through which we view the characters. Early on, a substantial part of the book dwells on Ettie, and her struggles to adapt to her new life only to gradually sink into despondency. Iza is very much present, but only as a counterfoil to Ettie, in highlighting Ettie’s sorry plight. In those pages, we get to know Iza mostly through her actions rather than her thoughts, and even when we do get a glimpse of what’s going in her head, it’s mostly about her desire for calm and quiet. Later on, we do witness the deeper layers of Iza’s personality peeled off revealing her true self but only when seen through the eye of the other characters – Antal, her current lover Domokos, and the nurse Lidia (also Antal’s fiancée) – which in turn reveals a lot about them too. It’s a clever approach that only accentuates Iza’s stubborn refusal to be self-aware besides shielding herself from the feelings of others.
Iza’s Ballad, then, is a piercing, unflinching examination of a complicated mother-daughter relationship, a striking depiction of two women who are poles apart. Having led completely different lives as adults, the generational gap between the two women is gnawing and unmistakable, and neither woman can understand the other (Ettie, overawed by her daughter, does not know how to express herself; Iza, set in her own ways, is blind to the idea of being more accommodating). Both women find themselves grappling with an unexpected role reversal thrust on them – after years of Ettie having taken care of Iza her child, it is Iza now who is mothering Ettie, the implications of which are challenging for both women to endure.
“I was still young when I lived with her and in many ways depended on her, even as a woman; she cooked and cleaned for us, she patched Antal’s clothes. But now she can’t see that I have fully grown up and don’t need to be mothered. She has aged and grown weak, she needs support and advice. If I want her to be happy with me I have to pretend to be a child. That way she’d be satisfied nannying me during the day and she’d be tired by the evening.”
Ettie is uneducated, anachronistic, and longs to recreate the past and instill those values in the present, she yearns for the reassuring contours of a typical village setting and longs for companionship. Iza is modern, fearless, and independent; she values her freedom, her “me-time” and space, as well as her intellectual and social life.
Misunderstandings and a severe lack of communication runs throughout the book not just between Iza and Ettie but also with the other characters. These are characters who let their innermost troubles fester without voicing them aloud. For instance, Antal genuinely cares for people and while Antal’s decision to leave Iza can be understood by the reader, his approach comes across as somewhat cowardly. Even coming back to Ettie and Iza, one wonders whether the two could not have had a frank discussion and tried to find a middle ground, although that’s probably wishful thinking given how they come from such dissimilar worlds.
It’s also a book that touches upon the theme of old versus new, an ancient past versus a rapidly modernizing future, nostalgia versus forward-thinking, where Ettie and Iza inhabit the opposite ends of this spectrum.
But Iza’s Ballad also raises the core question of what it means to grow old; the sense that one is a debilitating burden on one’s loved ones. We are shown how Ettie was always a cheerful, bustling woman in her earlier days, and then the heartbreaking dawning realization that she’s of no use to anyone, the pride of work and meaning stripped off her. For a substantial part of the book, she is referred to as “the old woman” even by Iza, as if she is a presence to be put up with, however, inconvenient. Ettie may be uneducated but the despair of old age is not lost on her (“Everything has changed,” the old woman thought. “I can’t tell what is what any more, only that nothing is as it was”).
The other big highlight of Iza’s Ballad is the prose which simply soars, particularly in the way Szabó showcases the faults in her characters and the fissures in their relationships with so much tenderness and sensitivity. There’s sheer poetry in her writing style, in the fluid unfurling of her sentences, her genius on display when delving deeper into the consciousness of her characters or when describing the natural world, all of which contribute to an immersive reading experience. Here is an especially evocative paragraph that conveys the beauty of the landscape when viewed through Domokos’ artistic lens…
Every season was a visual experience for Domokos. Whenever he left the capital the winter seemed to him a drawing in chalk, spring a watercolour, summer an oil painting and autumn an etching or a linocut. But he had never seen an autumn landscape like this before. This was autumn in oils, the land summery, the sky a deep blue with some leaves left on the trees, not yellow but obstinately green, the ploughed earth a cheerful brown, no wind and the sun burning through the windscreen, the field of golden marrows brilliant, ready for roasting.
Dark, haunting, and exquisitely crafted, Iza’s Ballad, then, is a tour de force in its achingly poignant rendition of a difficult mother-daughter relationship and the growing agony and sorrows of old age. Iza may have built a wall around her soul to ward off being hurt in real life or being bogged down by sadness in stories or poems, and yet ironically for all those painstaking efforts, fate might find a way to crack her defenses after all.