Anđeo atentata (tabloid)

1.003 / 5.000 keyboard Well done, Principe! Your hand is golden! May you have killed the tyrant, Gavrilo, avenger of half a million killed animals! This is only part of the war-mongering cries that echo through Serbia and rise to the heavens on the anniversaries of the Sarajevo showdown. Maybe after reading those documents, Princip will realize from his ass that the two of us are in fact the Dioscuri, the face and the reverse of the same tragedy, and that we have both lost our heads. Austro-Hungarian Archduke Franz Ferdinand, from beyond the grave, dictates to his posthumous secretary Ferdinand Berhtold his view of the Sarajevo assassination, its causes and consequences. With inexhaustible humor and irony, Basara, through the impossible dialogue of the two protagonists of this novel, makes sense of stereotypical historical interpretations and offers his own, artistically convincing truth about the decisive events that led to the First World War. Ridiculing Balkan sloppiness and warlikeness as much as Germanic decadence and arrogance, he exposes both large and small nations to merciless scorn in the throes of the 20th century.