I grow more intrigued by Hungary day by day. I read up on it’s history, culture and such as a break from the 18″ deep pile of spiritual classics I’ve been going through for the last month. Don’t get me wrong, I deeply love those early writers. Their words articulate the ebb and flow of spiritual life with a vividness and depth of understanding seemingly untouched by modern authors. But after sitting with a desert father, mystic, or puritan for several hours it’s refreshing to read some contemporary history, if for no other reason than that I can understand it with more ease

Today I learned that Harry Houdini was Hungarian. He emigrated to America with his family at age four. Quite an interesting chap. He was a champion track runner in his youth. He was also a risk taking pilot. And of course, he was the greatest escape artist the world has ever known. Now that I think about it…that sounds a lot like my half-Hungarian daughters…fast, high-flying, and always getting away!
I wonder how Hungarians perceive Houdini. Do they embrace him? Is he an outcast for leaving or a hero for his success? Do they care that he denied his Hungarian roots for the last twenty years of his life, claiming he was born in Wisconsin?
Now if I can track down a copy of “The Man From Beyond“…