On a beautiful day, an exquisite work…

09 +00002013-02-17T13:57:14+00:0028 2012 § 2 Comments


I apologise to regular readers – and I should like to say here that I am extremely grateful to you for being regular readers – of this blog, for presenting you with a book review two days running.  Perhaps as an antidote to my dose of Sheridan Le Fanu (whose works, whatever their good qualities may be, certainly belong to Henry James’ category of ‘loose baggy monsters’), I began last night to read The Cellist of Sarajevo, by Steven Galloway, and did not put it down until I had finished it.

It is a breathtakingly beautiful novel, although it deals with that ugliest of subjects, civil war.  It is also very grown-up, with profound layers of meaning that are allowed to speak for themselves; the author does not intrude upon the reader by presenting any kind of moralistic commentary.

At the literal level, the story consists of a portrait of the horrors of the siege of Sarajevo as seen through the eyes of three people over the period of a few days.  Fundamentally, the novel is an examination of what it means to be human and what ‘being good’ really consists of.  Principles of right and wrong are explored both through the most extreme situations (for example, Arrow, the female sniper working on behalf of the townspeople, finds it increasingly difficult to justify her acts of killing the ‘men of the hills’, even though they are picking off her fellow citizens daily) and more mundane dilemmas, such as that of Kenan, who, when he risks his life to collect water for his family, resents also having to fill up two heavy and awkward water containers for his elderly neighbour, not because he likes her (he doesn’t) or because she has been kind to him (she hasn’t), but because she holds him to a casual promise of help made in happier times.

The cellist is the common thread that unites these characters, as they listen to him; they do not know each other and do not meet. The reader discovers little about him.  He is a roughly-dressed, unkempt man with no name who has taken a vow to play his cello every day for twenty-two days in a street where twenty-two people died as the result of a mortar attack.  Daily, therefore, he puts himself at risk of murder by one of the snipers in the hills.  He is an enigmatic, Christ-like figure.  Did he lose someone in the mortar attack or is he making a point about preserving art and maintaining civilised activity in a world grown savagely feral and full of fear?  Does he celebrate or mourn humanity?

Almost every sentence that Steven Galloway writes delights with its precision and eloquence.  My guess is that he rewrote some of them many times in order to convey the exact descriptions, meaning, undertones and overtones that he intended.  However, nowhere is the novel ‘overwritten’.

I believe that this is a very important novel indeed; it belongs to the literary tradition of writing about the juxtaposition of warfare and what it means to be human that stretches back through Tolstoy and Shakespeare to the Icelandic sagas, Virgil and Homer.  It is elegiac, timeless and yet very disturbingly modern.

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§ 2 Responses to On a beautiful day, an exquisite work…

  • vallypee says:

    Wow, Christina, this is quite an accolade! From someone as steeped in books and literature as you are, it must be quite exceptional. It will have to go on my wish list although I have to say I find it difficult to read disturbing books these days. So much of what we are confronted with in the news and media to day is disturbing. Having said that, I am currently reading The Assault by Harry Mulisch. The perspective of war from the child’s point of view, which is without any judgement and is a rather innocent observation, makes it somehow more chilling. It reminds me of Barbara Trapido’s Frankie and Stankie, which follows the establishment of apartheid in South Africa, also from a child’s perspective.

    • Thanks, Valerie! It’s true that many books are disturbing these days, in ways that make them very difficult to read. What sets this one apart are the quality of the writing and the underpinning sense of the worth and value of civilisation against the backdrop of violence and hatred. It’s not, of course, the first time in literature that music has provided a metaphor for this. Your current read sounds very interesting for the reason you mention; please let me know what your feelings are about it once you have finished it.

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