Laszlo Krasznahorkai

From Hungarian Literature online:

A Portrait of Laszlo Krasznahorkai, and There's Nothing Left, No Matter Where You Go: An Interview

I often exile myself abroad - from America to the Far East -, I will go anywhere to avoid having to stay here, really anywhere, which of course implies my having to come back again and again from wherever I went to, and usually come back broken and even more lonely and disappointed as when I left. For there's no place any more in the world where the likes of me would not come back from broken, feeling lonely and disappointed. And the worse of it all is that this also implies that our aspirations have become meaningless for, little by little, after many years of compulsive peregrination, there's something suggesting more and more forcefully: there's no place in the world worth longing to go to. There's nothing left, no matter where you go. To sum up: negative attraction here and positive repulsion elsewhere. And if all this appeared to be some kind of new development in my life, I should add without going any further: my not finding a place in Hungary is not new - I actually never did.

Krasznahorkai's only novel available in English is the highly recommended The Melancholy of Resistance. The Hungarian Quarterly has a small excerpt and a short introduction by translator George Szirtes:

The book is packed with detail, its sentences unwinding in long slow coils that hardly ever resolve themselves into paragraphs. Once the slow lava flow of the narrative begins, there is no break, no turning back, it surrounds the reader and pushes him along, much as the vast truck with the whale might move down the streets of the imagination. It is a dark and monumental work that the outstanding English-domiciled German novelist, W.G. Sebald, has compared to Gogol’s Dead Souls, and yet it is also funny; funny by virtue of its characters, its situations, its dialogue and its sheer slow pace, as a collapsing chimney stack is funny, as Oliver Hardy fiddling with his little tie is funny, the nonsense of ornamentation and deliberation allied to weightless yet physically heavy personae being, by its nature, funny.

There are a handful of English-language reviews and discussions elsewhere on the web:

The Second Circle
Critique Magazine
Giornale Nuovo
Waggish

The book was the source material for Bela Tarr's film Werckmeister Harmonies. See:

Kinoeye
Chicago Reader
Movie Martyr