Sunday, August 06, 2006

"Do you remember that blizzard last summer? The strange moths that melted in our hands? Those were the ashes of the National Library. Your Serbs must have feared that we would take all those books, in so many languages, into our hands and hurl them against your tanks. Fat gray flakes of novels, poems, and plays floated down on our heads while corpses floated in the river."

--Scott Simon, Pretty Birds

3 comments:

Sylvia said...

:(

Danielle said...

Are you enjoying this book? It has been on my list for a long time. I even checked it out of the library at one time and then never read it before the due date--the story of my life!

sfp said...

I had to read it in small increments since what happens isn't at all pleasant, but I'm glad I read it and now have a better idea of what it was like in Sarajevo during the war. I'm going to make sure that my daughter gets a copy of it for Christmas if she doesn't manage to snag a copy at the university in the fall.