READ
The hardest thing for me in writing this post about Croatia
is figuring out how to describe the book I read, Dubravka Ugrešić’s
The Museum of Unconditional Surrender. There’s no plot, and the writing
doesn’t follow a linear, chronological path. Instead, the book consists of a
series of recollections. The shorter ones are numbered, and the longer ones
have their own chapter or subchapter names.
The Museum of Unconditional Surrender
opens with an item about Roland the walrus, an inhabitant of the Berlin zoo,
whose stomach contents were inventoried after he died. The list is too lengthy
to go into here, but Roland had ingested a surprising variety of non-food
items, including a cigarette lighter, a child’s water pistol, a bunch of keys,
and a pair of sunglasses, just to name a few. The narrator is inclined to look
for some kind of subtle, secret connections among the objects, and suggests the
reader do the same with this book: “The chapters and fragments which follow
should be read in a similar way. If the reader feels that there are no
meaningful or firm connections between them, let him be patient: the
connections will establish themselves of their own accord.”
As I read the book, it became clear that the narrator’s theme
is exile and the sense of not belonging. Raised in Yugoslavia when it was still
a federation of countries, including Croatia, the narrator has become a writer
unable to return to her country because she wrote “something I shouldn’t have” when
the Yugoslav wars of the 1990s led to the break-up of the country. She writes
of travelling to Lisbon, Portugal, “with a huge amount of luggage, or entirely
without luggage, depending on how you looked at it. I had lost my homeland. I
had not yet got used to the loss, nor to the fact that my homeland was the
same, but different. In just one year I had lost my home, my friends, my job,
the possibility of returning soon, but also the desire to return.”
The narrator shares vignettes of many of the places she has
visited, both before and during her exile. The book also includes musings by or
about her mother, who moved as a young woman from Bulgaria to Yugoslavia. The
mother has grown fearful of leaving her house, so her world has shrunk at the
same time her daughter’s world has expanded as a result of her exile. In both cases,
there is a strong feeling of alienation.
In the end, just as the narrator had promised, the
connections among the book’s fragments did indeed “establish themselves of
their own accord.”
COOK
The text of the book actually
includes a recipe, so how could I not prepare it? When the narrator’s mother talks
of the poverty of her early married life, she says, “Those were lean years.
People shopped with coupons. The only material you could buy was homespun.
There was nothing. No-thing! They were hungry … They cooked paupers’ food …”. When
the narrator asks what paupers’ food is, her mother replies, “Caraway soup.”
And that’s literally what it is: soup made from oil, flour, water, and spices,
including caraway seeds, then topped with homemade croutons. I didn’t use the
recipe in the book, since I wouldn’t be able to reprint it here without running
afoul of copyright laws. Instead, I found a recipe
for Croatian flour soup, which is similar, on the Genius Kitchen website. I
left out the optional egg white, and made the appropriate conversions from
grams to teaspoons or tablespoons (1 tablespoon of oil, ¾ teaspoon of paprika, 1
teaspoon of caraway seeds). I liked the soup more than I expected to, but
probably not enough to make it again.
GIVE
No projects were listed for Croatia on the GlobalGiving website, so I looked to
see what I could find on the Internet. I discovered an organization right here
in Northern California with the stated purpose of developing “leaders for
Croatia’s future by providing financial assistance to highly qualified students
of Croatian origin, living in Croatia or Bosnia and Herzegovina, so that they
may attend a university in Croatia or in Bosnia and Herzegovina.” More
information about this organization, the Croatian Scholarship Fund, is
available at http://www.croatianscholarship.org/.
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I'm not sure I'm up for the soup, but I appreciate your effort and description. Who would think of, a soup of flour and caraway? Someone very hungry.
ReplyDeleteI agree! Paupers’ food was a very apt description.
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