![]() ![]() But that is part of his magic, and in all the ways that matter, My Cat Yugoslavia is a marvel, a remarkable achievement, and a world apart from anything you are likely to read this year. He does not pretend to offer a journey that every reader will appreciate. He defies expectation, denies explanation, and excels at the most difficult aspect of storytelling: building a complex humanity for even his most deplorable characters. Statovci’s literary gifts are prodigious. Nuanced interiority gives way to action - sometimes, unnecessarily, in the third person. At certain points, the novel loses some of its wild, wonderful energy. Such a dazzling figure can make other aspects of a narrative seem tame. It is this witty, charming, manipulative creature who starts Bekim on a journey back to Kosovo to confront his demons and make sense of the magical, cruel. Its ostentatiousness and absurdity make Behemoth look comparably stable. Bekim meets a talking cat who moves in with him and his snake. ![]() I am happy to report that Statovci’s cat manages to mark its own literary turf. a strange, haunting and utterly original exploration of displacement and desire. ![]()
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