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it was amazing
I think this may be one of the most moving and gut-wrenching books about war that I’ve ever read. I’m not sure why it made so much more of an impact on me than all of the other books of war journalism I’ve read over the years. There’s something about it that just really gets under your skin. Maybe it’s that Sacco can show us these people — not just tell us what they looked like, but actually draw them as they look when they are most vulnerable or most ugly and violent. The plight of the denizen
really liked it
If you asked me to summarize this book with one word I would say…
If you gave me two worlds, I would say…
If you gave me three, I would say…
TOTALLY SUPER INTENSE!
Occasionally I feel remiss when it comes to world history/politics/current events. Occasionally it occurs to my knowledge of wars goes something like this:
-people in North America didn’t like taxes so they threw tea around and then there was a war and now we have 4th of July.
-People were mean and stupid
Devasting is the first word that comes to mind. The story of the Bosnian War is a bit complicated (like most wars) but here is a radically condensed summary: Yugoslavia was made up of mostly Croatians, Serbians, and Muslims. And after WWII, the then president Josip Broz, commonly known as Tito, looked to down play ethnic nationalism and have each group live side by side peacefully. Then Tito died and Serbian nationalism took hold through the new Serbian president, Slobodan Milosevic, who became
But that’s where Sacco comes in. Through his reporting and interviews in Gorazde (one of the designated “safe areas” by the UN, whose power is largely portrayed as a joke throughout the book), all of the war’s nuances begin to emerge. And all of the war’s tragedies. Make no mistake, this is a bloody, gruesome, unflinching, compelling account of what was happening in Gorazade and Bosnia. The mass murders, mass graves. The snipers. The constant artillery fire. The understaffed, ill-equipped hospital, over run with grotesque injuries, with little more than brandy to dull the pain. Doctors amputating legs with kitchen knives. Dead children. Legless children. Rape. Houses looted and burned. Civilians drenched in gasoline, left to burn alive.
The vignette that haunted me the most was one from Visegrad, a small town just north of Gorazade. A man retells the horrors he witnessed from his window, as he watched Serbs load his neighbors in the back of a truck, take them to a near by bridge and proceeded to slit their throats, one by one, tossing their bodies into the waiting river below. All night, he could hear the continuous splash of bodies hitting water. Men, women, children. No one was spared. In the course of three days, he estimated he saw 200-300 people murdered on that bridge.
The art work is stark. Black and white. Shimmering, harsh, almost nightmaric. Sacco’s style renders the Bosnian landscape and its people beautifully. I travelled down through parts of Eastern Europe in 2002. Slovakia, Hungary, Crotia, and flew out of Sarajevo. Walked down “Sniper Alley”. Stood on the bridge where Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated. Most buildings were in varying states of war-torn decay. The region was stupidly beautifully at times and ridiculously sad at others. Sacco does a great service to Gorazde and their surrounding neighbors, showing us through the eyes and stories ot its citizens, that even under tragic circumstances, life can still be lived with joy, grace, and hope.