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A flurry of people who had assembled on the gravel shoulder to stretch and smoke, to check their tires and fill water bottles at the fountain, to look impatiently down the line, or dispose of pastries and sandwiches they had been attempting to smuggle, or urinate against the side of the bathroom, scrambled to get back to their vehicles. My grandma was silent for a few moments.
My grandma just gave me the date of the funeral, the time, the place, even though I already knew where it would be, up on Strmina, the hill overlooking the City, where Mother Vera, my great-great-grandmother, was buried. After she hung up, I ran the faucet with my elbow and filled the water bottles I had brought as my pretext for getting out of the car. It had already been a bleak year for us both. I had made the mistake of walking out with the nurses during the strike in January; rewarded for my efforts with an indefinite suspension from the Vojvodja clinic, I had been housebound for months—a blessing, in a way, because it meant I was around for my grandfather when the diagnosis came in.
He was glad of it at first, but never passed up the opportunity to call me a gullible jackass for getting suspended. My behavior, he said, was tipping my grandma off about his illness, making her suspicious of our silences and exchanges, and of the fact that my grandfather and I were busier than ever now that we were respectively retired and suspended.
Four years after getting her medical degree, she was still at the trauma center, hoping that exposure to a variety of surgical procedures would help her decide on a specialization.
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Unfortunately, she had spent the bulk of that time under a trauma director known throughout the City as Ironglove—a name he had earned during his days as chief of obstetrics, when he had failed to remove the silver bracelets he kept stacked on his wrist during pelvic examinations. We watched the customs officer confiscate two jars of beach pebbles from the elderly couple, and wave the next car through; when he got to us, he spent twenty minutes looking over our passports and identity cards, our letters of certification from the University.
This challenge, however, prompted him to search the car for weapons, stowaways, shellfish, and uncertified pets for a further thirty minutes. Twelve years ago, before the war, the people of Brejevina had been our people.
The border had been a joke, an occasional formality, and you used to drive or fly or walk across as you pleased, by woodland, by water, by open plain. You used to offer the customs officials sandwiches or jars of pickled peppers as you went through.
Nobody asked you your name—although, as it turned out, everyone had apparently been anxious about it all along, about how your name started and ended. Our assignment in Brejevina was intended to rebuild something. Our University wanted to collaborate with the local government in getting several orphanages on their feet, and to begin attracting young people from across the border back to the City.
Our contact in Brejevina, a Franciscan monk named Fra Antun, had been enthusiastic and hospitable, paging us to make sure our journey was unencumbered, and to assure us that his parents, conveniently enough, were looking forward to hosting us. His voice was always cheerful, especially for a man who had spent the last three years fighting to fund the establishment and construction of the first official orphanage on the coast, and who was, in the meantime, housing sixty orphaned children at a monastery intended to accommodate twenty monks.
We were formidable with our four supplies coolers loaded with vials of MMR-II and IPV, with boxes of candy we were bringing to stave off the crying and screaming we felt certain would ensue once the inoculation got going.
We had an old map, which we kept in the car years after it had become completely inaccurate.
We had used the map on every road trip we had ever taken, and it showed in the marker scribbling all over it: the crossed-out areas we were supposed to avoid on our way to some medical conference or other, the stick man holding crudely drawn skis on a mountain resort we had loved that was no longer a part of our country. It was a small seaside village forty kilometers east of the new border. We drove through red-roofed villages that clung to the lip of 17 the sea, past churches and horse pastures, past steep plains bright with purple bellflowers, past sunlit waterfalls that thrust out of the sheer rock-face above the road.
Every so often we entered woodland, high pine forests dotted with olives and cypresses, the sea flashing like a knife where the forest fell away down the slope. The car was pitching up and down through the ruts on the shoulder, and I could hear the glass vials in the cooler shivering. Thirty kilometers out of Brejevina, we started to see more signs for pensions and restaurants, tourist places that were slowly beginning to rely on the offshore islands for business again.
We started seeing fruit and specialty food stands, signs for homemade pepper cookies and grape-leaf rakija, local honey, sour cherry and fig preserves. We pulled over at the next rest-stop with a pay phone, a roadside barbecue stand with a blue awning and an outhouse in the adjacent field.
There was a truck parked on the other side of the stand, and a long line of soldiers crowding at the barbecue counter. The men were in camouflage.
They fanned themselves with their hats and waved when I got out of the car and headed for the phone booth. Some local gypsy kids, handing out pamphlets for a new nightclub in Brac, laughed at me through the glass.
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There were soft beeps as she turned it down. My grandma was hysterical. Think—can you believe it? To steal things from a dead man. It happened, usually to the unclaimed dead, and often with very little reprimand. There might be a delay. Maybe they forgot to send them. Her voice, hoarse from shouting, was beginning to break.
She straightened up slowly and locked the car door, leaving the cooler on the floor of the passenger side. The gypsy kids were leaning against the back bumper, passing a cigarette back and forth. Among other things, the mythologized reality in the novel is being shaped through humans who acquire animal characteristics as well as through animals that take on the traits of humans.
The tiger, for example, can be seen as a kind of immigrant. Like myths in general, this story can be read in many ways.
Some of the possibilities are that it is Obreht's story about life and death, about Eros and Thanatos. Moreover, the interaction between Thanatos, the drive of death and destruction, and Eros, the drive of life and creation, is represented throughout the story and colors all vignettes within the novel. The novel transforms reality of the Balkan wars into a never-ending myth.
The end of war, as Obreht writes through her mythologized self in the character of Natalia, provided the delusion of normalcy, but never peace. When your fight has purpose — to free you from something, to interfere on the behalf of an innocent — it has a hope of finality. When the fight is about unraveling — when it is about your name, the places to which your blood is anchored, the attachment of your name to some landmark or event — there is nothing but hate, and the long, slow progression of people who feed on it and are fed it, meticulously, by the ones who come before them.
Then the fight is endless, and comes in waves and waves, but always retains its capacity to surprise those who hope against it. However, her depiction of the places, landmarks or events is confusing, so even a native of the region will get lost in space and time trying to define any of those signifiers.
For example, not a single town or a village mentioned in the novel can be found on any map. All their names are imaginary; all the temporal and spatial coordinates are disorientating. Obreht does this on purpose.
Her universality is a declaration of humanity. Also, her myth disremembers her own as well as human experience, and keeps Hope alive. His deathlessness is not a gift, but punishment for trying to cheat death to save the life of his beloved woman. He gathers the dead on behalf of Death, his uncle, hoping that he will forgive him. The deathless man does not represent only Thanatos. Like all human beings, according to Freud, he has both drives, Thanatos and Eros. She explains that doctors have the most access to the line between the supernatural and the real — between life and death — and they have to navigate that line every day, not in magical, but realistic ways.
These two worlds in her book — the one based on science and reality and the other shaped by mysticism and folklore — mingle and sometime intersect in her book.
Obreht says in an interview with the novelist Jennifer Egan that mythmaking and storytelling are a way in which people deal with reality.
The Tiger's Wife Summary & Study Guide Description
In order to understand her memories, she creates a myth out of them, which is, metaphorically speaking, inscribed in her genes. Both novels are the projects of narration as well as the project of humanity. And both stories start from scratch, like an immigrant.
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Maria Jalas. Boston: Beacon Press, Baldick, Chris. New York: Oxford UP, Boym, Svetlana. The Future of Nostalgia. New York: Basic, Couto, Mia. Video Speech. Cuddon, John Anthony Bowden. London: Penguin Books, Dimock, Wai Chee. Hemon, Aleksandar.
Interview by Richard Wirick. Bookslut, July The Lazarus Project. New York: Riverhead Books, Kelly, Adam.
Moraru, Christian. Interview by Jeffrey Brown. Interview by Jennie Yabroff. A Fierce Debut. The Daily Beast, 3 Sept. Interview by Jennifer Egan. Random House, 19 Oct. Interview by Lynn Neary.
Interview by Ted Hamilton. Student Artist Spotlight: Tea Bajraktarevic. The Cornell Daily Sun, 7 Mar. New York: Random House, Pitz, Marylynne. Racic, Monica.A Fierce Debut. Shelves: eastern-european-literature , contemporary-authors , literary-fiction , folktales Civil war in the Balkans has left that region bereft and in need.
Retrieved 28 March Please discuss this issue on the article's talk page. Four years after getting her medical degree, she was still at the trauma center, hoping that exposure to a variety of surgical procedures would help her decide on a specialization.
The car was pitching up and down through the ruts on the shoulder, and I could hear the glass vials in the cooler shivering. We started seeing fruit and specialty food stands, signs for homemade pepper cookies and grape-leaf rakija, local honey, sour cherry and fig preserves. Think—can you believe it?
Neither is The Tiger's Wife a single story. He is never without it.
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