For all you bookworms we have a book review of the new book by Joel Levinson, ”The Reluctant Hunter.” The book review was done by Steve Purcell. Hope it peaks your interest’s and you check it out, which surely will give you an another look at the Bosnian conflict. 

The Review

Someone once said, “All writing is rewriting.” Joel Levinson’s recently published novel was more than a decade in the making, and when the author told me how many drafts he wrote, I felt dizzy. But his hard work and perseverance serves the interest of the reader.

“The Reluctant Hunter” is a sweeping historical tale of war and love, a battlefield saga set during the Bosnian conflict of the 1990s. It depicts how war tears asunder communities, pitting friend against friend and neighbor against neighbor. Its power to move lies in the personal and finely sketched details of struggling to survive hunger and cold, and even what a young woman must do to supplant her lack of tampons.

There’s hatred and evil and ignorance and compassion and tenderness and hard-won redemption – plenty of suspense and more than a few surprises, too. “The Reluctant Hunter” is beautifully written, without being self-consciously literary or poetic. The descriptions are well conceived, with many nicely turned phrases: “jingling oddments” comes to mind.

Levinson, a semi-retired architect whose handiwork can be seen locally – the four entrances of the Chestnut Hill Hotel, for one place – spent much of his time on the book conducting research. In addition, the inspiration for the story, Levinson said, comes from conversations with a young Bosnian woman named Aida. Informally adopted by the Levinsons, Aida is a graduate of Penn Dental School, and, in the spirit of the novel, she, a Bosnian, married a Serbian and they have a child together.

The back cover of “The Reluctant Hunter” categorizes the novel as “military fiction.” That’s accurate but misleading, since it’s a story that appeals to men and women, young and old alike (as I said, it’s a love story). The first paragraph of the back page synopsis does give the reader a tantalizing glimpse of what awaits him or her without giving too much away.

“In the spring of 1992, as the formerly Communist country of Yugoslavia begins to disintegrate into mayhem, Jusuf Pasalic, a college-age secular Muslim, is surprised by a thundering knock at his front door in the hamlet of Klujc, Bosnia. Moments later, he is riding in a convoy of Serbian trucks transporting hundreds of Muslim men and boys to a concentration camp. After escaping, Jusuf is intent on returning to save his mother, a devout Muslim, before she too is caught up in a region-wide campaign of ethnic cleansing.”

Despite that Jusuf is a Muslim in Bosnia, there’s nothing exotic and little foreign about him. He’s a skinny boy, nicknamed “Shorty,” who likes girls and basketball and listens to Madonna and Michael Jackson. He’s a good student who’s protective of his mother and mourns his recently deceased father. He could be any kid from Philly or Brooklyn, Chicago or Los Angeles. He’s hard not to like.

As if being rounded up and sent to a concentration camp weren’t enough, one of Jusuf’s persecutors is Sasha, his best friend, who ironically loves to play the blues harp and sing Bob Dylan lyrics. Was Sasha his friend or his enemy? That question is the moral crux of the story and one that makes Jusuf half mad with rage and despair.

There’s a rule in screenwriting/play writing: show a gun in the first act and it has to go off in the third act. That rule applies here, also, and it’s hinted at in the book’s title. Jusuf is the reluctant hunter, an expert marksman who hates guns and killing, even animals for sport or food.

The scene in the third act where Jusuf reluctantly fires his gun was inevitable, but the manner in which it played out took my breath away. If anyone makes a film of this novel, that fateful shot from an antique rifle will elicit a collective gasp from the popcorn eaters in the theater.

In the novel’s first pages, Jusuf wears a ring “hammered to shape from a misfired brass cartridge.” The ring was a gift from his beloved father whom he admired and feared. His father’s legacy is not his own, and that knowledge gnaws at the sensitive youngster’s spiritual core. Reverently he kisses the ring before handing it over to his yesterday-friend-now-enemy.

But in the end, when conscience comes into action, it’s his father’s example that allows Jusuf to fire the older man’s precious rifle and do the unthinkable. Add fathers and sons, and sons and mothers, into the thematic mix of this complex novel.

Any more and I’ll risk diminishing your pleasure in a good read, so I’ll say only this: Imagine a divided America where neighbor fights neighbor over resources and ideology and “The Reluctant Hunter” becomes more than just a novel about a war past but also an object lesson in the futility of hatred, anywhere and anytime.

Following “The Reluctant Hunter,” I’m reading a novel by a well-regarded literary writer, and it’s dull, flat and amateurish compared to Mr. Levinson’s achievement. Let’s hope the Chestnut Hill writer has another story in the works and it doesn’t take a decade to complete.

“The Reluctant Hunter” is available at iUniverse.com and Amazon.com.

Steve Purcell is a Philadelphia writer. His young adult novel, “gutterpunk: from the streets to the heights,” will soon be available at all major e-book outlets.

Source & first published (Chestnut Hill Local) Photo Credit (Wikimedia)

On this day, April 15 1992 was the day that the Army of Bosnia and Herzegovina was formed during the aggression against Bosnia and Herzegovina. Twenty years later, this day is celebrated as Army Day (Dan Armije).

Since the army was created during the war, the circumstances that it was formed under were quite poor, with no time for formal training, organization and very limited amount of military equipment. Prior to the creation of the army, there existed many smaller defense groups such as Territorial Defense, Green Berets, Patriotic League, Civil Defense and many smaller regional defense groups, criminal gangs and other army professionals.

Once the formation was complete, the smaller defense groups became part of ARBiH. The army was divided into corps and each corp was stationed in a different territory throughout the country. First commander was Sefer Halilovic, who held the position until June 8 1993. He was succeed by the late Rasim Delic, who stayed in the office until the end of the aggression.

By the end of the aggression in 1995, ARBiH became a respectable military and moral force – something that everyone who calls them selves Bosnian should be proud of. And even with on the go formation and lack of military equipment, by the end of the war the army welcomed about 228,000 fighters, organized over 100 brigades, armed it self with about 101,580 infantry tubes, 2,939 artillery pieces and about 90 tanks.

After the war ended 25,196 ARBiH soldiers were killed, 16,000 disabled and about 5,000 went missing. Clearly many lives were sacrificed in order to preserve the multi-ethnic and cultural heritage of Bosnia and Herzegovina. Looking back at the intentions, committed genocide and plans of a greater Serbia, we can not even imagine what would happen to the Bosniaks and Bosnia if there was no ARBiH.

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Danis Tanovic is at it again winning two prestigious awards from the Berlin Film Festival – Grand Jury Prize and Best Actor. Even though he is no stranger to such awards as he has won an Oscar for bet foreign film and best director award in 2001 in Cannes.

But what was surprising about these two accomplishments was that his latest film was the festival’s cheapest – costing only $17,000 Euros.

His latest film was fully filmed in Bosnia and Herzegovina and the whole idea for the film originated from a complaint published in a Bosnian newspaper.

The film focuses on a Bosnian Gypsy family, whose mother of two children had been excluded for medical treatment due to lack of health insurance. Pregnant for the third time, she began to experience painful cramps in the belly. Led by the husband to the hospital, it was discovered that the fetus had died and the need to make a quick curettage. However, the family did not have health insurance and had to pay a large sum for the operation.Faced with the impossibility of paying family intervention for living in extreme poverty, the hospital refused to do the operation and sent her back home, even at the risk of death.

The crew consisted of eight people and worked benevolently. The complaint about this exclusion, probably motivated by being a gypsy family, came from an NGO for human rights. As the family had two little girls, the team with three cameras stayed in the house for some time, until the children became accustomed and forget the cameras.

Her husband, who lives as a collector of old iron found in the trash or taking apart abandoned cars, agreed with his wife to reconstruct, on camera, the dramatic situation that was experienced. In the end the participation Nazif Mujic (husband of the pregnant woman), was so convincing that he ended up winning the award for Best Actor.