Shards: A Novel

By Ismet Prcic

Ismet Prcic’s terrific, provocative, and propulsively vigorous debut is set a tender Bosnian, additionally named Ismet Prcic, who has fled his war-torn place of birth and is now suffering to reconcile his earlier along with his current existence in California.

He is suggested that during order to make peace with the corrosive guilt he harbors over abandoning his kinfolk at the back of, he needs to “write everything.” the result's an outstanding rattlebag of stories, confessions, and fictions: sweetly funny memories of Ismet’s youth in Tuzla seem along anguished letters to his mom concerning the demanding situations of existence during this new global. As Ismet’s foothold within the current falls away, his writings are additional complex through tales from the perspective of one other younger man—real or imagined—named Mustafa, who joined a troop of elite squaddies and stayed in Bosnia to struggle. whilst Mustafa’s tale starts off to overshadow Ismet’s new-world identification, the reader is charged with piecing jointly the fragments of a existence that has develop into eerily unrecognizable, even to the single residing it.

Shards is an exhilarating read—a harrowing battle tale, a stunningly creative coming of age, and a heartbreaking saga of a splintered family.

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I simply . . . I can’t stand it right here. I’ll holiday down. the way in which they’re treating . . . ” She stopped herself. The orange dot did its lighthouse imitation. “We need to be grateful to them for letting us remain the following. ” “What did you are saying? ” I requested, although I heard it good adequate. “Nothing. nod off. ” The final straw got here the very subsequent day within the kind of a box mouse. For greater than a month whereas we have been in Zagreb, mom felt so undesirable approximately burdening Zvonko’s family members that she took it upon herself to paintings like a maniac and earn our preserve.

I’m status correct in entrance of my graffiti-covered highschool and that i omit Moorpark university. And Moorpark backward is Kraproom. i glance at Father. Who the fuck is that this man? i glance at Mehmed and he has an Adam’s apple now, his voice like from the ground of a barrel. A grown-up, filled with rage. That’s the single a part of him I comprehend. He blames me for every little thing, i do know. i glance at your face, mati, your drained, offended, pious, damaged, depressing, hot, attractive face, and I’m loss of life for Melissa. You’re nonetheless scuffling with with him, nonetheless claiming he’s having an affair.

As an alternative i purchased a bus price ticket to South Queensferry, the place Allison’s mom lived—or, particularly, I observed myself purchase it. I observed myself purchase it after which it used to be in my hand, so i need to have obtained it. I don’t know the way lengthy the trip took. Queensferry. someway i discovered the road, the condominium construction. It’s now not transparent to me how. It took decades. I consider the chew of the wind, the similarity of cobblestones to those within the heart of Tuzla, the supernatural vacancy of the streets making me flash to curfews. I walked and walked, having a look.

I performed the Little Prince. Omar’s little brother Boro performed the Little Prince as a baby. “What is she gonna do, signal the passports rather than common Lendo? ” “Richard Bach says that once you would like whatever strongly adequate, the universe shifts to make it occur. ” It used to be like Asmir to tug infuriating New Age fees out of his ass like this. Bokal stood up, tightened his fists, and close his eyes. “Here, I’m strongly wishing for my kidney back,” he acknowledged, opened his eyes and fists and pulled his polo blouse out of his denims.

I used to be comfortable approximately that. “Yes. ” “Where are you from, sir? ” “Bosnia. ” “Are you traveling us for the 1st time? ” “I am refugee. ” “So you’re right here for the govt. cheese. ” She stated this very loudly, having a look round and attempting to get everyone’s realization. “Well, sir, the following you go,” she acknowledged and gave me a brick of yellow American cheddar. “Welcome to the USA! ” i realized that there has been a guy with a digicam taping me. I smiled and waved the cheese at him. Isn’t this anything, i assumed. In big apple they name you names and in l. a. a girl donning the yank flag can provide a few cheese.

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