When the warlords of Bosnia were raiding villages and rounding up people to be shot, I was living some 150 kilometres to the east, in the relative safety of the Serbian capital under Slobodan Miloševic, and working as an intern at a Belgrade daily called Borba. Between the NATO bombing of Serbian targets in Bosnia in 1995 and the bombing campaign that was ahead of us — of Serbia and Montenegro over the war in Kosovo in 1999 — the Miloševic camp was making ever bolder moves and speeding up the takeover of the opposition…
Lydia Perovic
Lydia Perovic moved from Montenegro to Canada in 1999. Her novella, All That Sang, is about a French orchestra conductor.
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When an adult moves permanently to a second language, writes the French psychoanalyst Julia Kristeva in Strangers to Ourselves, their younger self becomes a nocturnal memory of the new body: a separate entity, an inner handicapped child languishing unused. If all of our psychic development has taken place in one language — the parental and societal…
Too much of today’s anglophone CanLit wants to be American TV, and, judging by Marie-Renée Lavoie’s Autopsy of a Boring Wife (Autopsie d’une femme plate), Quebec is not immune to this condition. Lavoie’s Mister Roger and Me won the province’s version of CBC’s Canada Reads, the Survivor-style competition of non-literary book advocates discussing everything but…