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Title:
Twice born
Author:
Mazzantini, Margaret.
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Venuto al mondo. English
Publication Information:
New York : Viking, [2011]

©2011
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447 pages ; 24 cm
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English
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9780670022687
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Summary

Summary

This international bestseller is a sweeping portrait of motherhood, loss, and redemption in war-torn Sarajevo.

Filled with memories of the four-year siege of Sarajevo, Gemma reluctantly boards a flight from her native Rome to that war-scarred city with her sixteen-year-old son, Pietro. She hopes to teach her son about the city of his birth and about Diego, the father he never knew. Once there Gemma is caught between the present and the past, reliving her love affair with Diego, their determination to start a family, and their deep connection to Sarajevo even as the threat of war loomed.

In this haunting and sophisticated novel, Mazzantini masterfully probes the startling emotional territory of what makes a family-particularly what makes a mother. As the fate of Sarajevo converges with Gemma's all-consuming desire to have a child we see how far she is driven, in a stunning revelation that is both heartbreaking and cathartic.

Brought to life by an unforgettable cast of characters, Twice Born is a tale of the acts of brutality and generosity that war can inspire. A blockbuster bestseller in Mazzantini's native Italy, it has taken Europe by storm and will soon be published around the world.


Author Notes

Margaret Mazzantini lives in Rome with her husband and four children. Twice Born won Italy's Premio Campiello. Her previous novel Don't Move sold 1.5 million copies in Italy, won the Premio Strega and became a feature film directed by her husband, Sergio Castellitto and starring Penelope Cruz.


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Booklist Review

Married to the patient Guiliano, Gemma is in her fifties when she receives a call from Gojko, a long-lost friend from Sarajevo, who implores her to visit him. She takes Pietro, her son from a former marriage, along with her and relives the love story that produced him. Gemma met free-thinker Diego in Sarajevo during the 1984 Winter Olympics, and they quickly fell in love. Wildly romantic Diego promised her everything, and she left her fiance to live a poverty-stricken yet love-filled life with the young photographer. Everything became complicated, however, when she found out she was unable to bear a child, and subsequent trials, from surgery to a trip to Ukraine to find a surrogate mother, threatened to tear the couple apart as she became obsessed with having a child. The lovers visited Gojko as war in Sarajevo loomed and the demise of their marriage came upon them. This Italian best-seller is a poetic tale of love and loss, obsession and cruelty, faith and abandonment capable of wrenching any reader's heartstrings.--Hunt, Juli. Copyright 2010 Booklist


Publisher's Weekly Review

In Mazzantini's eloquent second novel translated into English (after Don't Move), Italian grad student Gemma travels to Sarajevo when it is still part of Yugoslavia for her doctoral thesis. Gojko, a maniacal Bosnian yo-yo salesman and poet, is her guide, and on the day she is to return to her fiance in Rome, Gojko introduces her to Diego, an impulsive, young Italian photographer from Genoa with a criminal and heroin-using past, and they spend one impassioned night together. Gemma marries, divorces; she and Diego come together in Italy and marry as the situation in the Balkans begins to deteriorate while the couple suffer their own torment trying to conceive a child. Their efforts to have a child result in convoluted relationships arranged by Gojko in Sarajevo, where they return, years later, as the city is falling apart. Gemma returns alone to Rome with a boy, born in Sarajevo. She names him Pietro and raises him as her son with a new husband, Giuliano, after Diego's death. Twenty-four years after her fateful meeting with Diego, Gemma travels again to Sarajevo and into her past, wanting to show Pietro the country of his birth and where his father died. Mazzantini expertly weaves together her characters' stories, jumping backwards and forwards in time and place, from Italy to Sarajevo as the brutality of the Bosnian war melds with the beauty and complexity of Gemma and Diego's passionate romance. If the loose ends tie up too easily in the final chapters, a captivating secret maintains the story's integrity. Mazzantini's haunting novel, beautifully written and skillfully crafted, proves that despite the hatred exposed by war, love persists, and even flourishes. (May) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.


Excerpts

Excerpts

After the rain, the snails come out. They push their slimy boneless bodies out of their shells as they move along. After the rain, the inhabitants of Sarajevo go foraging in the treeless fields amidst tangles of iron and fresh mounds of earth. They bend over furtively, excitedly, to pick up the shiny little creatures. It's been months since they last ate meat. Then it rained, and today the women smile and unpack their treasure in their empty kitchens. The children smile at the sight of the snails climbing on and falling off the table. Like the others, Velida came home with a bag full of snails that she'd gathered secretly, in an isolated park, because she was ashamed for others to see her hunger. We dip our bread in the pan. A slightly cloying odor fills the kitchen. Snails cooked in Turkish spices, Bosnian vinegar and broth from the humanitarian packages. A delicacy. Later Velida will blame this too-good food for having restored a happiness they hadn't felt for a long time, a misleading and harmful happiness. Jovan's eyes were shiny, and there was a bit of color in his cheeks after months of rough grey skin. After he finished eating, he lit a cigarette from a package Diego had given him. Drinas that they wrap now in pages taken from books because there's no more paper. Naturally, they started with books in Cyrillic. Jovan was sorry to see his culture going up in smoke, but how could he refrain from having a cigarette after a real luxury like a plate of snails? Jovan went out when it was silent again, when Velida resumed chopping nettles and the good smell of the snails had disappeared forever. He hadn't been out for months. He dressed to the nines in his wool vest, a wide tie and his old kippah on his head. He picked up the bag he'd used as a professor and said he felt good and that he was going out for a walk. Unreal words in that ghost city, in those houses without lights, without glass, the best furniture sold and the worst pieces chopped to bits for burning. "Where are you going, Jovan?" "I'm going to the university." Velida didn't have the courage to stop him. She'd always respected her husband's wishes, and it hardly seemed the time to treat him as if he were under house arrest. She simply tried to tell him that the university had been shelled like all the other important buildings. Jovan nodded. "I'm going to go see if there's anything to be done." "It's dangerous." He smiled and came out with an old Yiddish proverb. If a man is fated to drown, he may die in a teaspoon of water . It was too late when Velida came to knock at my door, when it was already dark and past curfew and Jovan had been gone for hours. She wasn't crying, but her head trembled more than usual. She was worried but still courageous. She had done the right thing. Today, on a mid-November day, after a meal of snails and two glasses of homemade brandy made with rice from the humanitarian aid packages, the elderly Jovan--a Serbian Jew from Sarajevo, a biologist whose field of expertise was freshwater species and who had spent his entire life studying the evolution of oligochaetes and of unicellular flagellate algae--went out to take a glance at the wreckage of his city, at the destruction of his species, the peaceful species comprised of the Muslims, Serbs, Croatians and Jews of Sarajevo. The dark ate away at Velida's memory lined face. She had no regrets. If Jovan had felt the need to go, it was right that he had gone. Excerpted from Twice Born by Margaret Mazzantini All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.