Infidelities: Stories of War and Lust

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Tragicomedy of the highest order, this stellar collection is Croatian writer Novakovich's best ever.

Hailed as one of the best short story writers of the 1990s, Josip Novakovich was praised by the New York Times for writing fiction that has "the crackle of authenticity, like the bite of breaking glass." In his new collection, he explores a war–torn Balkan world in which a schoolchild's innocence evaporates in a puff of cannon smoke, lust ...

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Overview

Tragicomedy of the highest order, this stellar collection is Croatian writer Novakovich's best ever.

Hailed as one of the best short story writers of the 1990s, Josip Novakovich was praised by the New York Times for writing fiction that has "the crackle of authenticity, like the bite of breaking glass." In his new collection, he explores a war–torn Balkan world in which a schoolchild's innocence evaporates in a puff of cannon smoke, lust replaces love, and the joy of survival overrides all other pleasures.

As Serb, Croat, and Bosnian Muslim armies clash in the cities and countryside of the former Yugoslavia, it's hard to tell the front lines from the home front. The characters in Infidelities––soldiers and civilians alike––are caught in the ridiculous, often cruelly whimsical contradictions of war and the paranoia and folly of those who conduct it. In "Ribs," a Croatian woman whose husband has already been taken by the war will go to any length to keep her son out of the army, including sleeping with the draft officer, a tryst that leads to an unexpected, and disturbing, spiritual vision. A Buddhist soldier in the Bosnian Muslim military is falsely accused of being an informer to the enemy Serbs after his detachment ambushes itself in "Hail." A draft dodger is in the hospital for a transplant, in "A Purple Heart," when a high–ranking Croatian general steals the heart for himself (and dies) while the dodger suddenly discovers a new thirst for life. In "Spleen," a Bosnian émigré in America learns that even in the throes of passion she cannot find release from the haunting memories of her homeland.

These stories cover a broad sweep of time, reaching back to the first shots of World War I in Sarajevo and forward to the plight of Balkan immigrants in contemporary America. Throughout, acts of compassion, gallows humour, even desire arise from a landscape devastated by tragedy.

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Editorial Reviews

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Croatian-born Novakovich brings to life the woeful, confused, and distressing legacy of the Balkan wars, a part of recent history largely ignored by much of the American public. His style is unsparing, as are the themes he addresses: ethnic hatred, vengeance, forgiveness, faith, and love.

As Croat, Serb, and Bosnian regiments battle for control of the territory once known as Yugoslavia, ordinary citizens find themselves forced to make moral choices in an environment growing murkier by the day. In "A Purple Story," narrator Ranko shares a hospital room with the future donor for his heart transplant and decides to encourage his new friend to live. "Ribs" introduces a frightened but resilient young widow who will do anything to avoid losing her son to the war that claimed her husband, a choice that lands her in a twilight existence where the living and the dead are inexorably intertwined. A Serb and Croat couple struggle to embrace their community and each other in "Neighbors," and in "Snow Powder," a lonely boy, too young to understand the consequences of his actions, is both exploited and mentored by the enemies of his own people.

Most remarkable about these stories is the way in which compassion and even humor shine through the darkest adversity. In his masterful work of fiction, Josip Novakovich offers readers a tribute to the human spirit. (Holiday 2005 Selection)
Aleksandar Hemon
“Novakovich is a natural storyteller; in INFIDELITIES, he never lets the human heart out of his sight.”
Stuart Dybek
“INFIDELITIES is a joy to read ... I found the book exhilarating.”
Minneapolis Star Tribune
“Eye-opening, fibrillating fiction... Brutally honest... We are much the better for Novakovich’s fertile, cross-border imagination”
Minneapolis Star Tribune
“Eye-opening, fibrillating fiction... Brutally honest... We are much the better for Novakovich’s fertile, cross-border imagination”
Publishers Weekly
Croatian-born author Novakovich infuses this 11-story collection (April Fool's Day; Yolk) with a strong sense that God never revisits the past. The only thing that changes is the grip our memory has on the past--or it has on us. In "A Bridge Under the Danube," an elderly Serb couple, Milka and Drago Zivkovic, are driven from their home in Croatia to the Serb city of Novi Sad in a round of ethnic cleansing. There, they cling to their last possession, their faith, even as NATO bombs the city. "A Purple Story," a masterly blend of reflection and horrifying farce, details a man's dashed hopes as he awaits a heart transplant. Ranko shares a hospital room with a wounded man who, to Ranko's horror, is scheduled to donate his heart upon death. When he expires, though, a general commandeers the organ--which turns out to be faulty anyway. In "Stamp," Nedjeljko Cabrinovic, one of Archduke Ferdinand's assassins, pens an account of the murder that ignited WWI, occasioned by a letter of forgiveness from the Archduke's children. Novakovich has perfected the grand style of the Continental anecdote, with its structured pace mounting to that slightly perverse concluding moment when retrospection falls prey to irony. (Sept.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
The Croatian-American author's third collection offers 11 darkly comic stories about "Yugoslavia. Wars. Emigrants. Disappearing places."Those subjects are enumerated in "59th Parallel," one of three stories focused on Balkan immigrants in America. Its narrator is displaced in numerous ways-as he rides the New York subway in the wake of the World Trade Center catastrophe, converses with an attractive redhead and, when nothing further develops, relates his experience and observes that "after 9/11, it's nice not to have a plot, or big events." A similar willed flatness limits the effectiveness of the story of a solitary immigrant college professor's encounter with a straying wife and her suspicious husband ("Night Guests"); and the account of a Slovenian-American writer's family trip to Russia, and frustratingly romantic night at the Bolshoi Ballet ("Tchaikovsky's Bust"). But when Novakovich returns to the Balkans, he's in his element. "The Stamp" wryly fictionalizes the assassination of the archduke Ferdinand, which precipitated WWI. The murderous legacy of Slobodan Milosevic takes numerous ingeniously seriocomic forms: the sexual dysfunction experienced during a "half-Serb, half-Croat" immigrant woman's misconceived dalliance with a fast-talking countryman ("Spleen"); a Serbian grocer's indecision whether to emigrate with his family, as bombs keep falling ("Neighbors"); and a Bosnian soldier's accusation of betrayal when he attempts to follow newly adopted Buddhist principles ("Hail"). Civilian and pacifist protagonists suffer increasing privations and indignities in two longer, more ambitious stories ("Ribs"; "The Bridge Under the Danube"). And in two masterpieces, Novakovich traces thedescent into war fervor of a thoughtful schoolboy who loves the exhilaration of winter and fears global warming ("Snow Powder"); and the roiling emotions of a cardiac patient who forms a strange relationship with his potential donor, then finds an unconventional path to renewed vitality ("A Purple Story"). Uneven overall-but its best stories reaffirm that Novakovich is one of the great American writers of recent emergence.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780060583996
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 9/20/2005
  • Series: P.S. Series
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 427,634
  • Product dimensions: 5.31 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 0.61 (d)

Meet the Author

Josip Novakovich's stories have appeared in many publications, including The Paris Review, TriQuarterly, and Ploughshares. He teaches at Pennsylvania State University and lives near State College, Pennsylvania.

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Infidelities

Stories of War and Lust
By Josip Novakovich

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2005 Josip Novakovich
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0060583991

Spleen

When I found out that a Bosnian family had moved into our neighborhood, just across from my place, I was thrilled. I had left Bosnia seven years before, and I hardly ever saw anybody from there.

To me now it didn't matter whether the neighbors were Muslims, Croats, or Serbs from Bosnia; the main thing was that they were Bosnian, that they spoke the language I loved and hadn't heard in a while, but when I learned that they were a Croatian family from Bugojno, I was all the more delighted. And nostalgic. Perhaps I could have gone home, but I didn't trust it: my hometown was in Republika Srpska. Under the NATO supervision, it was already possible to go back, and probably nothing bad would have happened, but I still couldn't see sleeping there without streetlights around. I recalled the events before my departure. Some people had already fled from my hometown because they'd heard the Serb army was coming, but I didn't believe they would bother me. If they were targeting people ethnically, I thought I was safe, since I was half Serb, half Croat. Then, one night, somebody knocked on the door and shouted, Open up! Police.

I looked through the door and saw two men with masks over their heads. That's not what you'd expect police to look like. What would police need to talk to me about anyway?

I went to the kitchen, took a sharp, midsized knife, put it in my sleeve and waited while they tore the door down. I hid in a clothes cabinet. The two thugs went through the house, overturning the tables, smashing the china, and they shouted for me to come out. One walked into the basement, and the other opened the toilet. At that moment, I sneaked out of the closet, walking softly, barefoot. But he saw me and ran after me and knocked me down. The knife slid out of my sleeve and fell on the floor but he must not have heard it because he'd knocked down a pile of plates on the way, and they crashed on the floor. He tore my clothes off. Meanwhile, the man -- or should I say, beast -- downstairs kept smashing the jars of jam and pickled peppers; suddenly he quieted because probably he'd found the wine bottles.

The thug pinned me to the floor and as I tried to throw him off my body, he whacked my head against the boards. I am pretty strong, and I think I could have thrown him off if he hadn't whacked my head each time I moved. It hurt terribly. I thought migraines were the worst headache you could have, but this was worse, it hurt deeper inside, and I was dizzy, as though my brain had turned around in my skull and was now loose and wobbling.

He slid a little lower and sat on my thighs. You must help me to get it hard, he said.

I don't want to.

You must. Here, take it into your hand.

I did with one hand.

It's awkward like that, can I sit up, I asked.

Sure, no problem.

I sat up sideways, felt on the floor for the knife, grabbed its handle, and without hesitation stuck the knife into him. I wanted to get him in the middle of his abdomen but I missed and stuck it to the side, the left side. I did not think it went deep.

He shrieked and didn't react when I leaped to the side and ran straight out of doors. And so I ran into the hills, naked, in the cold November night. I nearly froze, turned blue, and didn't know where to hide, except in the Benedictine monastery on top of the hill. I broke into the chapel in the middle of matins, five in the morning now, still dark. The poor men crossed themselves, hid their faces, prayed in Latin, and I heard one word, which I liked, misericordia. But one of them, said, Brothers, don't be silly. Help her! He took off his brown garment, put it over me, and stood there in his striped shirt and long johns.

The monks gave me hot water and coffee, and when I stopped shivering, I wanted to run away. I told them what had happened and advised them to run away as well. The one who had intervened for me drove me west, to Mostar. As he drove he wanted to hold hands with me. No harm, I thought. And indeed, what harm was it? This fifty-year-old man, holding hands. He did not ask for anything more. I think he just loved some female creature comfort. I did not wait for further developments. I stole a bicycle in Mostar, and rode it all the way into Croatia, to Metkovic. That was not hard since the road mostly goes downhill. And in Croatia, I appealed to Caritas, where they gave me papers and let me go abroad, to the States. Now that was more adventure than I had hoped to get.

I've always wanted to be a homebody. I never got the joy of travel, wanderlust. Nearly the only aspect of travel I enjoyed as a kid was the homecoming. I'd rush to the side of the train as it crested the hill before my hometown, and seeing the first glimpse of the church steeples and the minaret and the old castle made me happy. So it's all the more miraculous to me that I have become a world traveler, an American.

And my workplace, a bank, is nice. Next to it, there's a restaurant, Dubrovnik. I don't need to go into it, but just knowing it's there comforts me; it's a bit of homeland. And just recently, I did go into it with my fellow bank teller, a Polish woman named Maria. We walked up the stairs into the restaurant and entered a tobacco cloud. The guests in the stinging smoke gave me an impression that a group of angels was noisily resting in the cloud. Since I couldn't make out many details I saw only the silhouettes blowing smoke from their cigarettes, feeding their blue cloud, as if the moment the cloud vanished, they would all fall to earth. I liked to imagine that the gathering was a choir of smoked angels but I knew it was unlikely that any of them were angels; most were recent immigrants from Herzegovina and Croatia, and some had participated in the war.

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Table of Contents

Spleen 1
The stamp 21
Night guests 45
Neighbors 67
Hail 93
A purple story 117
Snow powder 141
Tchaikovsky's bust 161
The bridge under the Danube 181
59th parallel 201
Ribs 213
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