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Review by Vesna McMaster (310710) Rating (8/10) Review
by Vesna McMaster
Like the character, Hemon is a Bosnian who has moved to Chicago, none too certain about the cultural integration aspects of the transition. Like Brik, Hemon gained a grant to write the book in question, and like the character, he travelled on the course through Europe detailed, accompanied (just as the character was) by his photographer friend Velibor Bozovic (a.k.a. Ahmed Rora in the book). Throughout the narrative, the strands of past and present become increasingly interwoven. A discussion on the nature of the creation of history, literature and art is entered into directly with the reader, as the mirrors and resonances are made ever more apparent. Observations of a flapping foot, the glass eyes of a fox fur around the neck of a woman on a tram, people's names, their motives, feelings of isolation and detachment, of ostracism and the motivation and consequences thereof - all these echo from author, to writer-character, to the newly-created and imagined past of Lazarus Averbuch's day, and back to the reader. The work is so structured and organically knit together is seems to writhe into a self-evolved life-form between the pages. This is not a book or a 'story', it is a take-you-by-the-shoulders-and-shake-you invitation to consider what history is, who made (and is making) it, what cultural and social frictions consist of and what lessons we ought to learn from history but have failed to.
The title itself is key to one of the ultimate questions Hemon
poses. He ponders on the resurrection of the biblical Lazarus
– was Lazarus pleased to be raised from the grave, or was it just
another exile from death? Did he ever return 'home' or is he still
wandering the earth? It is another mirror for an oft-asked question
of typically post-apocalyptic scenarios: if humanity rises from
the ashes, is that existence worth inhabiting? From the wrecks
of so many human tragedies - the pogrom of Kishinjev or the bombing
of Sarajevo and all their associated horrors, people rise and
walk away - but where will they go, and why should they. It is
not a question that Hemon gives the answer to here, except for
an aching longing to return 'home' - though the entity that was
called 'home' as such no longer really exists. It is another mirror
of the path from the present to the past, built on regret and
barely understood, but desperately needed for the journey into
the future. In Hemon's own commentary in an interview: 'memory
metabolises the past'. |
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