Miljenko Jergović
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Mama Leone
Jergović's stories ironically depict a childhood and an upbringing. The only reality of this autobiographical prose is moving from place to place and from country to country. Strength and beauty are found in the subtle threads with which he weaves his ima
Muškat, limun i kurkuma
A collection of about forty texts, most of which were published in the author's column "Saturday Matinee" in "Jutarnji list".
Nezemaljski izraz njegovih ruku
The novel and the preparation for the novel, a mixture of fiction, documents, tracts and essays, examines the Sarajevo assassination of 1914 without ideological burden. The assassination of Franz Ferdinand was a consequence of the Viennese modernization m
Psi na jezeru
The novel explores how stories save from oblivion, but also how they hide the truth about human vulnerability. Short but layered, it combines reality with fantasy, reminding us that every encounter is a possible love or ruin.
Rat
This is not a book about any of the many wars we have experienced. This is not a book about war at all. This is a book about a city under siege and about people under siege. Internal and external.
Rod
"Rod" by Miljenko Jergović, a monumental novel published in 2013, a hybrid opus of over 1,000 pages that combines autobiography, fiction, documents and reportage, follows the family saga of the maternal line from the late 19th century to modern Sarajevo.
Sarajevski Marlboro
A collection of 29 short stories depicting the everyday life of the inhabitants of Sarajevo during the war. The author portrays the reality of war without pathos, focusing on small details that reflect human resilience and the complexity of life in extrem
Vjetrogonja Babukić i njegovo doba
A contemporary picaresque novel, a sequel to "Hercules", follows the adventures of Vjetrogonja Babukić – a vagabond, outlaw, and anti-hero with no reputation – through the chaotic era of the 1990s.
Wilimowski
A small novel about big questions – identity in exile, hope in hopelessness, beauty that blooms in "miril", a place for the dead. Jergović's language turns the Adriatic into a mirror of the apocalypse: the waves whisper of war, and the ball rolls towards