My Cat Yugoslavia is an amazing and strange book. While not particularly an easy read, it is an excellent read.
The author Pajtim Statovci is a now 30-years old war refugee, born in Kosovo, living in Finland. My Cat Yugoslavia, his first novel, is semi-autobiographical. He’s written two other novels, Crossing and Bolla, all three have won literary awards.
How does one begin to talk about this book?
Let’s start with the two main narrators: Emine, a girl
first introduced to the reader as a teenager; and then leaping ahead twenty-some
years, her son Bekim. Their lives are as complex as Yugoslavian history.
They are ethnic Albanians from a village outside
Pristina, the provincial seat of Kosovo, then a part of the Republic of Serbia,
which became a part of Yugoslavia – a nation “created” from “leftover countries”
by mapmakers in the aftermath of World War I (Paris 1919, Six Months That Changed the World by Margaret MacMillan). Yugoslavia contained three ethnic groups, and
several erstwhile Republics. By the end
of World War II it had evolved into a communist country held together by Prime Minister,
then dictator, Josip Tito. The book begins at the time of Tito’s death, which
lead to multiple wars including the war between Serbia and Bosnia, the
politics of which is well beyond my ability to simplify.
While still a teen, Emine is married off to a man from a neighboring
village, who turns out to be abusive to her and their children. When the war
breaks out the family flees Kosovo, eventually becoming refugees living in Finland.
There are multiple topics crafted together in this novel: the issue of war
refugees, the treatment of immigrants, the generational divide between
immigrant parents raised in the old country and their children raised in the
new country, abusive family relationships, and the impact all of this has on
one’s ability to navigate one’s own life.
With that as an overview, let me explain why I used “strange”
to describe the novel. There are other
characters who play a role in the book: Bekim’s pet boa constrictor; and “The Cat,”
a human with a cat persona that Bekim picked up in a gay bar and who became his
first live-in relationship -- the cat and the snake do not like each other; and finally, a real cat who Bekim befriends near
the end of the book while visiting the village where he was born back in
Kosovo.
Three or four chapters into reading My Cat Yugoslavia I
was so confused I had to stop and start over. A helpful hint from my friend
Daniel who sent me the book, clued me in that my difficulty was discerning
when, from chapter to chapter, the first person narrator changed, which was
frequently, as did the year and place the action was occurring. Forewarned, on
the second go around I had little difficulty.
Recommendation:
Highly recommended. This will definitely be a re-read in a few months
after I’ve had time to digest it.
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