“Big hairy terrorist-type beard, fingernails and all that,” mutters the narrator, who marvels all the same at the way the ferry provides a little light at night. Not much happens, that is, until the ferryman goes missing right before the Feast of Saint Anne, a high point on the local calendar. Not much happens there the wolves stir and the woodpeckers peck, while a diligent vixen sniffs her way through one henhouse after another to feed her kits. In his sophomore novel, Bosnian-born writer Stanišic ( How the Soldier Repairs the Gramophone, 2008) meditates on history, real and counterfactual.įürstenfelde is a sleepy little burg somewhere down along the German-Polish border, territory whose cultural conflicts have proved such fertile ground for Günter Grass.
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