I recognized Molnar’s name but only knew him as a dramatist ( Liliom, later made into the musical Carousel, among others). For me, though, sitting between familiar titles by Vilhelm Moberg and Toni Morrison, it was an orphan crying out for a closer look. It was the sort of book that’s easy to miss on a shelf: no dust jacket, the spine broken and its lettering faded.
I found a copy of Ferenc Molnar’s little novel Farewell My Heart in Ravenswood Used Books while visiting Chicago recently.
