This book wouldn’t have been on my radar without our book group. Prior to picking up the book I had no knowledge of the Red Chair Memorial so the significance of the title was initially lost on me.
Also, I believe I would have been less invested in the book, especially in the beginning, if I hadn’t read elsewhere that Vuk (Vlad) was based on Radovan Karadzic, the Butcher of Bosnia. Knowing this gave me some context for the early parts of the book where it was a little murky as to the stranger. While this was likely intentional on the part of O’Brien, I don’t know how interested I would have been with sticking with the story.
After reading the book, I was looking through reviews and saw a comment in The New Yorker (April 25, 2016) describing the book as a “realist novel—almost a historical novel.” I felt this description fit as it wasn’t really historical fiction but much of what was shared was on point with regard to Karadzic.
At times the writing felt chaotic. First there was a focus on Vald, then on Fidelma, and then on refugees, plus a constant shift in narrative perspectives, but the story still flowed. And, there were so many character introductions, with varying degrees of personal details, and yet, all helped to shape the story.
Did I enjoy the book? I still don’t know but I did appreciate the book. It was a powerful read and definitely evoked a lot of emotions. Also, I spent quite a bit of time trying to untangle the backstory - the fall of Yugoslavia, the relationship between Milosevic and Karadzic, the 1990s timeline, etc. I like when books make me want to be smarter.
For me the book also had a tangentially personal component. One of my good friends is Bosnian (now American). She and her mother eventually came to the US as refugees via Switzerland via a UN refugee camp. Their story is much like the horrors shared in this book. Her Dad and most of her male family members were rounded up from their homes by Serbs never to be seen again, murdered and only years later were her Dad’s remains identified in a mass grave. I will never forget when on a day in July (2008) my friend learned of Karadzic’s capture. A myriad of extreme emotions overwhelmed my young friend at that moment, ranging from relief at his capture to sadness reliving all that was lost. (As an aside, my friend, her Mom, and her Grandma are three of the most beautiful human beings I have the pleasure of knowing. They are strong, grateful, and extremely positive in their outlook. They are not victims —- they are survivors.)