With that extended conflict known as the Yugoslav Wars (1991-2001) now over for more than a decade, we are starting to see books written about them. I’ve reviewed two on this blog to date, Aminatta Forna’s novel The hired man (2013) (my review) on the Croatian War of Independence, and Olivera Simić’s memoir Surviving peace (2014) (my review) on the Bosnian War. AS Patrić’s Miles Franklin Award winning novel, Black rock white city, (2016), which also draws from the Bosnian War, now makes three.
Like The hired man, Black rock white city explores the aftermath of war, but unlike Forna’s book, which is set within the war-torn country, Patrić’s book is set in Australia, and tells of refugees, Jovan and his wife Suzana. The novel starts about four years after their arrival and, although both were academics in Sarajevo, they, like so many refugees, work in their new country as cleaners and carers. It soon becomes clear that they have not recovered from their war experience. Gradually, over the course of the book, Patrić reveals the horrors of their experience. We learn that, like so many who suddenly find their country at war, they had to face that awful question, “should I stay or should I go”. As it turned out, they stayed too long, and Jovan feels he failed his wife by not going early. When we meet them, their relationship is stressed, and they seem unable to provide each other the love and emotional support they so badly need. It’s excruciating to read, because it’s so real, so believable.
I found this book particularly enlightening because I worked with a woman who was damaged by this war. Like Patrić’s two protagonists, she was Bosnian Serb, but unlike them she left early. However, the impact on her of this forced loss of her country, her culture, was immense.
But, I digress … back to the book. It opens with hospital cleaner Jovan cleaning graffiti in an examination room. We soon discover that the hospital is experiencing a bout of graffiti-writing, and that Jovan is the graffiti cleaning expert. No-one knows who is creating the graffiti, which becomes increasingly bizarre. It appears on all sorts of surfaces (such as a corpse’s back, a menu blackboard, the optometrists’ charts) and comprises a variety of seemingly random, though often pointed, words and phrases (such as “The/Trojan/Flea”, “Obliteration”, “Dog Eat Dog” and “Masters of Destiny Victims of Fate”), which Jovan starts to read as messages to him. The graffiti artist is dubbed Dr Graffito. This storyline gives the book the patina of a mystery or even, perhaps, a thriller.
However, while the graffiti provides a plot-line for the novel, the main narrative concerns Jovan and Suzana, their relationship with each other and with other people, including a lover (for Jovan, because Suzana, in her pain, has withdrawn sex), work colleagues, friends and neighbours. Underpinning this narrative is the ongoing trauma of war. Jovan, for example, is frequently dogged by “the black crow”. He “feels as though he uses a rail for a pillow – always listening to the vague rumblings of oncoming annihilation”. Once, Suzana remembers, he could
turn almost anything over to a new perspective, see something deeper, redeeming, more beautiful even if painful. It was what made him such a superb poet back in Yugoslavia … He doesn’t write anymore and it’s as though he never did.
There is poetry in his head though – including a mantra that gets him through his days: “Maroochydore and Mooloolaba, Noosa and Coolum”. Language – the loss of his own, his inability (or is it refusal?) to speak proper English, not to mention the disturbing graffiti – functions as a metaphor for his sense of displacement.
Meanwhile, Suzana, notes Jovan,
is spending more of her time scribbling into her notebooks. The only place safe for her in the time since Bosnia, was somewhere buried underground. Coming to the surface isn’t going to be easy.
Patrić crafts the story skilfully. It’s a debut novel, but Patrić has published two short story collections and is a teacher of creative writing. It shows. The story is told third person, initially from Jovan’s perspective, but later Suzana’s is alternated with his, which fleshes out our understanding of Suzana, while keeping the perspective tightly focused on their experience. The plot unfolds stealthily, as we shift between two questions: will the graffiti artist be discovered, and can Jovan and Suzana pull through? By the end, the strands come together – so cleverly, so shockingly. And then there’s the sure, controlled writing. The pacing, the wordplay and touches of humour, the imagery, the dialogue, and the changing rhythms, make it delicious to read, even while the content confronts and distresses.
Late in the novel, Suzana suggests to Jovan that Dr Graffito is “putting his pain into someone else”, and that seeing his “madness in someone else might make it feel more bearable”. I don’t want to spoil the novel, but Suzana seems to be right, until the end where Dr Graffito’s actions force a confrontation that bring it all to a head.
What is Patrić’s motive for writing this? Early in the novel, Jovan finds one of the many notes Suzana loves to leave around, a quote from her favourite author, Nobel-prize winner, Ivo Andrić:
You should not be afraid of human beings. I am not, only of what is inhuman in them.
Jovan, on the other hand, says that “so much of what happens, shouldn’t happen”. These two ideas form the crux of the book. We have a cast of human beings, who are all real, all flawed in some way. They muddle on, some better than others, some needing a bit of “moral flossing”, some a bit of “ethical cleansing” (and what a clever wordplay that is, keeping war’s horrors close to our minds.) We see what happens, during and after war, when people let hate get the better of themselves and release the “inhuman” within, thereby wreaking what “shouldn’t happen” on others. This is a big book, for all its mere 250 pages, because it tackles the fundamental question of how are we imperfect humans to live alongside each other.
Fiction, Suzana says, is writing for the soul. If that is so, Black rock white city is one soul-full book – and a worthy winner of the Miles Franklin.
Lisa (ANZLitLovers) was also impressed by this book, as was Bill (the Australian Legend).
Black rock white city
Melbourne: Transit Lounge, 2015
35 thoughts on “AS Patrić, Black rock white city (Review)”
Thanks for the mention, and I’m glad you liked it too:)
I think (not sure) Patric has another one out this year, I can’t wait to see what he does next!
A pleasure of course, Lisa. And yes, it will be interesting to see what he does – different themes altogether or?
We’ll have to wait and see!
I’ve heard mention of this book a few times. Really sounds interesting. I’ll have to look for it when I’m in Australia next month.
You’re coming to Australia? Where? How exciting, though if you’re coming south that will be getting cold.
Can’t be any worse than this spring here. We’ve had snow almost every day this week (highs near 4-6C). I’m going into the outback for a trek (Tony Messenger’s charity event) then a couple of days in Melbourne and Sydney. I’ll be meeting up with Lisa, several other writers/bloggers and a longtime friend from a photography forum. Where are you located?
I’m in Canberra! No-one comes here, but if you do let me know. I love the outback. What part are you going to?
Hi Sue, a great review. I saw A S Patrić twice last year. He discussed his writing, this novel, and talked about himself and his family. He highlighted that Black Rock White City was a love story, and that he stressed that we are indeed, imperfect humans. I think he said his new novel, Atlantic Black, would be released by Transit in October.
Thanks Meg … and phew, I’m glad he stressed that aspect re humans. It is a love story too, I saw that, but there’s only so much you can write about in a review. I thought the way he depicted the gradual rapprochement between the Jovan and Suzana was excellent.
I enjoyed this book a lot and I loved his depiction of Melbourne and the dynamic between Jovan and Suzan and the different ways they learnt to live with immense sadness. But I also thought it was a deeply flawed novel and couldn’t make up its mind as to whether it was a thriller or a character driven story.
I can see how you could think that, kimbofo, but I don’t feel that (obviously). I think he draws the threads together at the end beautifully – but unfortunately we can’t talk about the ending here! I think it’s a character-driven story with a mystery story-line.
Belated thanks for the link, I’m back at work. I enjoyed your perspective on what I think we agree will be an important work in the Australian canon. I remember BRWC as being about writing, and the connection between writing and trauma.
I hope you had a great time, Bill, and didn’t suffer too much from jet lag on your return. Yes, I agree that that’s partly what it’s about. There are so many threads you could talk about in discussing this book, and writing and language are one.
Feeling sleepy and wide awake at all odd times – not good for a truck driver!
No, be careful!
Thanks Gummie: I’ve seen this around and wondered about it.
It’s a good read Guy, on several levels.
Still quite pricey over here.
That’s a shame. Do they usually come down?
Sometimes if there’s a good number of used copies in the Uk or if the book finds a US publisher. This one is due to be published here in Sept by Penguin and the kindle price is 21.99 when the average new kindle book here is 12.99
Wow, that’s a lot. I just paid $16.99, in AUD, which is probably similar, for Nutshell. Way more than his other books on Kindle, but still cheaper than print and my reading group is doing it so I had no choice. I could have looked for used but I don’t have the time or energy for that. I was a bit cross though.
I recently received a comment on this novel from a German friend who is in Australia regularly and reads a lot of Australian fiction who wrote it made her yawn, which surprised me greatly. I thought it was a very profound novel, and one that also really drilled down into the way foreigners – be they migrants or refugees – are treated by some Australians, how they can feel rejected, misunderstood, not understood.
That’s interesting Annette. I agree with you – profound, and on so many levels, war trauma, refugees and their acceptance in Australia, relationships under stress, language and it’s role in our lives, to name a few. And so intriguingly written.
Great review, Sue. I loved the book and recently watched this very moving interview with Alex:
Oh thanks Angela. I’ll check that out as I didn’t see it though I sometimes manage to watch Lateline.
I am sure it is a soulful book, packed to the grills with human suffering and fortitude. The thriller angle has me intrigued though –I wonder if who I suspect is Dr Grafitto is true. Trust you to light up the fuse of curiosity in your readers.
Haha umashankar – I’m pleased if that’s what I do. As for who Dr Graffito is, you’ll have to read the book!
I might try the Kindle version.
Let me know what you think if you do. Isn’t Kindle great for things like this.
I am not sure I’ll ever be as comfortable with Kindle as I am with paper books. But in this case, it is the only alternative available to me (at Amazon India). If I choose to have it imported to me, there will be the hell to pay!
Me too. Much prefer print but Kindle is great for those hard to get books. A good back up.
By hard to get I include expensive to get!
Ack why didn’t I read this review in time to borrow the book!
I don’t know, but when you want it, let me know! It’s an excellent read. (Oh, and clearly you’re home!)