One of the best things about being an English major is that most of my time is spent reading books. A good portion of my peers would not agree with this sentiment, but most of them find themselves hating the books they read. I’m not sure if it is just good luck or an open mind on my part, but I have yet to come across this problem. Oh yes, there have been books that I do not particularly like because of the subject matter or the writing style or the message, but in each of those books I find something else to like, something to take away from it and through which to enjoy the experience. Mostly, though, the books I read I enjoy fully.
The Cellist of Sarajevo by Steven Galloway was one of these books.
First, some background material. This book was written by a Canadian author based around the siege of Sarajevo, the capital city of Bosnia and Herzegovina. In the city was a man, Vedran Smailović, who, before the siege, was the cellist for the Sarajevo String Quartet. After a bomb hit the line of people waiting to by bread at 10:00 a.m. one day, he played Albinoni’s Adagio in G Minor as an homage for the 22 people who died. He was also known to play at funerals, despite the fact that they were major targets for the enemy to snipe or bomb. Smailović is not a big fan of Galloway’s book, though Galloway only used him as a peripheral character.
Largely, the book is about a siege of a city, and what it does to its people.
It centers around three characters: Arrow, a sniper who when it comes down to it suffers from an dissociated identity crisis brought on by the war and her job; Kenan, a father struggling to survive and keep his family safe; and Dragan, a bakery worker whose family got out safe while he stayed behind for his job and to keep their apartment safe. There are four parts to this book, and it cycles through each of these three character’s points of views, all centered around the siege and the cellist in some way.
Galloway, for all his limitations as someone who has never been to war and never experienced being held captive in his own home, does what I believe is a brilliant job of playing people heavily effected by these things. I can feel Arrow’s frustration with what she has become and what she must do; I want to just curl up and cry with Dragan as he tries to not think about the Sarajevo of his memory because he knows it will be ruined with the Sarajevo of today. The emotions are raw, and they are real, and Galloway uses the active voice by staying away from to be verbs to engage the reader in something s/he probably has not experienced before.
I will be the first to admit that I felt rather bored with Dragan and Kenan’s bits after reading Arrow’s part, but I’m a sucker for hardcore heroines. I’m also a sucker for intense action, even if that action is more in the mind and subtle tension than it is in actual movement, and Arrow has plenty of that in her bits. It is not Dragan and Kenan’s fault, nor is it Galloway’s (well, maybe a little Galloway’s – he could have made a less awesome sniper or a more awesome baker). It is just how it is. Dragan and Kenan’s parts were more depressing than anything else, and the raw emotion of it unhindered by a tough wall is rather difficult to get through. Dragan can only be described as incredibly awkward and a little pathetic, and Kenan is just like a little lost puppy dog who just can’t quite comprehend what has happened. The realistic nature of it makes it inherently difficult to push through, but it is in every way worth it because of how brilliantly and sympathetically it is written.
All in all, I give this book a solid 8.5 out of 10. And yes, I’ve decided to rate books on an arbitrary scale of my own choosing because I can. These will come to mean more when I’ve done a few.
~lmmixer