Tibor Várady: Mi történt Écskán? [What Happened in Écska?]1 There is a story that could pass for a sort of erudite joke which yours truly has heard from his friend S. Z., a philosopher, collector of curiosities, and expert on so-called cultural memes (or genes, if you will) – a
The other day, a film forum open to the general public in Belgrade hosted an interesting dispute. The opponents debated whether the title of “greatest Serbian film director ever” should go to Dušan Makavejev, deceased last January, or Emir Kusturica, who is still among us and seems to have conclusively
(On and à propos Tibor Várady’s book Goose-Downs and History) The secret source of Humour itself is not joy, but sorrow. (Mark Twain) Lieutenant Nikola Tepić was the half-brother of Major Milan Tepić, the latter well-known for having blown himself up along with an ammunition depot at Bjelovar to prevent
In memoriam Jack Kerouac Some time north of the mid-seventies I taught summer camp, initiating kids into the arts of soccer and painting. It was in upstate New York, by Schroon Lake. I apologize for starting with myself. Bear with me, for it will get worse. OK, this was supposed
In homage to A. G., J. Sz. and all the others I saw the bolshiest minds of my minority in the wreckage of madness, stripped hysterical naked in night streets named after heroes of the people, pissing at saplings and gabbling politics in the silent dawn, looking for a last
If we imagine an almost straight line connecting Novi Sad, formerly in Yugoslavia, with Odessa, one of the points of embarkation for emigrants to the New World, then at what is roughly its midpoint can be found the modern-day Romanian city of Sibiu. Close to that city is a small
MIRACULOUS TANGERINE TREES (On the thirtieth anniversary of a photo exhibition) Here is a quiz question for you: which island in the Adriatic is a habitat for the elephant, the ostrich, the zebra, the antelope and the like? No need to think too hard, for the question is of the
Back in elementary school, Yours Truly was spoon-fed the dictum that history was an exact discipline, a concatenation of specific dates and, for the most part, intolerant of idle chatter – a set of hard facts to abide by. Entering grammar school, the same Yours Truly was astonished to learn,
It was toward the end of the sixties when a yellow submarine emerged from the murky waters of the Danube at Novi Sad. Before long, a round hatch on its back snapped open and a bearded head appeared. The man scanned the surroundings with binoculars, then instructed the crew in
Once upon a time there was a country. With a MOO COW and a BUNNY living in it. Happily and unhappily by turns. This way one day, that way the next. The sun would rise, run its course, then sink behind the horizon. This is how this country was. Neither
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