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For an Immigrant Family, Sarajevo Still Casts Its Shadow


For an Immigrant Family, Sarajevo Still Casts Its Shadow

An Introduction

By Aleksandar Hemon

Depending on how you read this two-part book by Aleksandar Hemon, you’ll either be going from a concrete account to disarray, or watching the threads of memory come together into a single story. The second work of nonfiction from the Sarajevo-born novelist, the book is split into two halves — “My Parents: An Introduction” and “This Does Not Belong to You” that proceed inward from the front and back covers, necessitating a flip upside down midway through. They can be read in either order and are both linked and separate, like two parents or two countries at war.

I started with “My Parents,” a sensitive and absorbing account of the author’s mother and father from their life in Sarajevo through their move to Canada during the Bosnian war. Hemon creates thoughtful portraits of his parents: his mother, who struggled to reconcile the lessons of socialist equality with the expectations of a patriarchal society, and his garrulous, beekeeping father, whose stories inspire and frustrate his son.

Hemon probes the way nationalism can structure ways of thinking and even lives. His mother was born into an ethnically Serbian family in what was then the kingdom of Yugoslavia. Socialist Yugoslavia, built around the charisma of authoritarian leaders, grew during her adolescence. She enlisted in the youth crews that constructed the country’s infrastructure. “She built the country as she was building herself,” Hemon writes. The death of Josip Broz Tito, Yugoslavia’s dictator, and the violent dissolution of the country, shattered her political ideology. When she moved to Canada, “she lost, figuratively and literally, everything that had constituted her as a person.” In contrast, the family of Hemon’s father, or “Tata,” emigrated to Bosnia from Galicia, in what is now western Ukraine, in the early 20th century. As he moves farther from Bosnia, Hemon’s father turns to Ukraine as a lost home and origin point. In Canada, he socializes with members of the Canadian Ukranian community, which supported the couple during their forced displacement. But “the price was contracting a certain troubling amount of nationalist rhetoric, mythology and politics.” He spends much of his time singing Ukrainian songs, watching Ukrainian-language television and discussing the political situation in the country, which he has only visited once since it achieved independence in 1991. “Our history,” Hemon observes, “is the history of unassuageable longing for the home that could never be had.”


Hemon gestures to today’s boiling nationalism in both Europe and the United States, though these concerns never pierce the surface of the book. “The bad guys won in Yugoslavia and ruined what they could, as soon as they could; the bad guys are presently doing pretty well in the United States. But nothing is inevitable.” Many centuries of history and conflict hide within the phrase “bad guys.” Hemon focuses instead on the aftereffects of forced displacement, how the need to leave one’s country continues to unsettle, years after relocation. His father once told him that it was family truth that one couldn’t live for 50 years without experiencing war, a thought woven into the ideology of the former Yugoslavia. “We must live as though peace will last for a hundred years, and be ready as though war will start tomorrow,” Tito used to say. Hemon’s parents spend much of their time caring for their home, looking after bees and cooking Balkan foods, projects that don’t ease their survivalist instincts. When Hemon’s parents spend time with his in-laws, who are African-American, his father has an awkward conversation with Hemon’s wife: “Tell me about your family. What bad happened?”

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