Leeches
A Serbian Literature, Jewish, Fiction book. Which war are you referring to, I asked, when you say the "last"? I meant the...
The place is Serbia, the time is the late 1990s. Our protagonist, a single man, writes a regular op-ed column for a Belgrade newspaper and spends the rest of his time with his best friend, smoking pot and talking about sex, politics, and life in general. One day on the shore of the Danube he spots a man slapping a beautiful woman. Intrigued, he follows the woman into the tangled streets of the city until he loses sight of her. A few days later he receives a mysterious manuscript whose contents seem to mutate each time he opens it. To decipher the manuscript—a collection of fragments on the Kabbalah and...
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- Filetype: PDF
- Pages: 320 pages
- ISBN: 9780151015023 / 151015023
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Which war are you referring to, I asked, when you say the "last"? I meant the big one, the world war, he answered, because little ones, like ours, don't count as real wars. For those who are no longer alive, I said, every war is real. That is correct agreed Isak Levi, but a local war is actually abuse of the noun war, since it is most often armed conflict of limited intensity being waged on limited territory. Of course, he said, most of the conflicts registered in history belong to that category, I admit, and there are few wars that were truly grandiose.... History is not a novel that unfolds according to established rules. But it is also not a book, rejoined Isak Levi, that can be leafed through now from the beginning, then from the end. David Albahari, Leeches // Ono to je jednom ispriano ne moe nikada vie da se ponovi. Ono to se jednom desilo, desilo se zauvek. David Albahari, Leeches //
Interesting but laborious.... 309 pages of turgid prose, without a single paragraph, or one 309 page paragraph, whichever you prefer.anyway, i can't believe i read the whole book...what torture! 3.3 out of 5. Bit of a frustrating book with a lot of the plot elements coming into focus in the last 50 pages or so. Still, the opening is a bit Pynchonesque (although with more of the paranoia and less of the fun), and Albahari can definitely write a sentence. I can understand why German critics loved it, but personally I prefer Gotz...
