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My Parents: An Introduction / This Does Not Belong to You by Aleksandar Hemon

My Parents: An Introduction / This Does Not Belong to You

Aleksandar Hemon

3.60 out of 5

3 reviews

Imprint: MCD
Publisher: MCD
Publication date: 11 Jun 2019
ISBN: 9780374217433

 

Two books in one in a flip dos-à-dos format: The story of Aleksandar Hemon's parents' immigration from Sarajevo to Canada and a book of short memories of the author's family, friends, and childhood in Sarajevo

3 stars out of 5
15 Nov 2019

"A two-part memoir that illuminates the wormholes between past and present"

My Parents / This Does Not Belong to You sometimes feels strained. Its halves repel one another. But even if it reads more like an abridgment of the greater book than a new chapter, there are few living authors who illuminate so heartbreakingly the wormholes between present and past, or who are so merciless in recovering the symbol-saturated, eerily lit land that is childhood. Nabokov, to whom Hemon has often been compared, wrote appreciatively of the “syncopal kick” his own exile gave him. Hemon reminds us that most of the world’s displaced are not nobility; for them, that kick can be deadly.

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4 stars out of 5
12 Nov 2019

"A dexterous exercise in empathy"

My Parents: An Introduction/This Does Not Belong to You is in part an exercise in empathy. Writing directly and dexterously, Hemon brings depth and a sharp focus to his parents’ migrant narratives, showing particularly how such narratives are shaped by war. In considering what nationhood might mean when you feel yourself neither a native nor a stranger abroad, he is both meditative and concise. He tries to find solace in this confusion, and describes it as “an irreducible and incredibly rich identity rooted in concentric homelands”. But the homelands left behind are “no longer available except by way of memory, music and storytelling”. 

4 stars out of 5

"The acclaimed Bosnian-American writer considers his parents’ broken dreams and recalls first love and childhood days in Sarajevo"

The short, dense passages never feel arbitrary. He is able to recreate the process of recovering memories on the page. War seems like an impossibility, and we inhabit what it was like to grow up in the shadow of a paternalistic regime, where everything seemed fully established – “all the points and objects fixed, all the hierarchies and structures unalterable”. The focus is on lesser acts of damage, a tape recorder he took apart in a fit of adolescent curiosity, the shops that were razed in his Sarajevo neighbourhood to build high-rises and supermarkets. Forgetting is the worst crime, because “what could not be recollected never happened and was hence passed over in silence”. In lovely, languorous sentences, Hemon passes over nothing, and records the inner wars of his previous life.