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Sunset in August

They usually went out at sunset, as the sun and reflections were losing their power of revelation, so they walked along the meadow more confidently and breathed in the air saturated with floral scents. That year the sunsets were blood-red; each evening the sun died from its wounds and that death, which repeated itself from one evening to the next, was probably the most beautiful sight they had seen in their colorless lives. The grass lawn stretched for miles, only here and there held down...

The Other Letter

On a cool spring morning in 1995, in the mess hall of the Bihać base of UNPROFOR, Lazar Saveljić, nicknamed "Lazo," got into an argument with Lieutenant Leon Fields. This thirty-year-old librarian, Saveljić, had already been working as an interpreter for the peacekeeping forces of the United Nations for more than two years. He was the chief interpreter for and the driving force behind the magazine local stuff. The various units of the British army had rotated in and out,...

My Tongue Falls out of My Mouth

my tongue falls out of my mouth it is no longer a tongue, it is a huge calf's liver of the calf we slaughtered yesterday assures me the butcher of my favorite butcher shop but I didn't go to the butcher shop and neither do i have a favorite butcher shop it is my tongue that has fallen out of my mouth this huge liver i'm putting it back pushing it into my throat i give up when i realize that it is choking me my tongue falls out again hangs onto me creeps up my...

from The Ministry of Pain

Like the desert the northern landscape makes for absolutism. Except that in the north the desert is green and full of water. And there are no temptations, no roundnesses or curves. The land is flat, which makes people extremely visible, and that in turn is visible in their behaviour. The Dutch are not much for contact; they are for confrontation. They bore their luminous eyes into those of another and weigh his soul. They have no hiding places. Not even their houses. They leave their...

from The Banquet in Blitva

Written before the Second World War but not widely available until 1962, Miroslav Krleza's Banquet in Blitva combines the satire of a Jonathan Swift with the style and tone of the Austrian Recession and the extravagant technique of expressionism. Shot through with drama and invective, told in torrents of verbiage, the novel takes place in a number of imaginary Baltic states that form an allegorical expression of the history of the Balkan states that once comprised Yugoslavia. The plot...
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