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Serbia’s Holocaust Memorist

Danilo Kiš’s fiction, newly translated, mined the Shoah with a Borgesian sense of mystery

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Danilo Kiš in Paris, 1982. (Sophie Bassouls/Sygma/Corbis)
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In Danilo Kiš’s short story “The Knife With the Rosewood Handle,” the narrator claims that his tale “has only the misfortune … of being true,” but “to be true in the way its author dreams about, it would have to be told in Romanian, Hungarian, Ukrainian, or Yiddish; or, rather, in a mixture of all these languages,” along with some Russian. The instruction sounds airy, a tad scholarly. But, as we soon find out, this is a murder story: The languages come out of a woman as she is being stabbed to death. She speaks “in Romanian, in Polish, in Ukrainian, in Yiddish, as if her death were only the consequence of some great and fatal misunderstanding rooted in the Babylonian confusion of languages.” They ultimately give way to “Hebrew, the language of being and dying.”

This slyly gruesome scene is a good place to get a sense of the writing of Danilo Kiš, a Serbian born to an Eastern Orthodox mother and a Jewish father who, despite being baptized, identified as Jewish. The light but menacing ironic touch; the Babel (and babble) of tongues; a sudden, violent death somehow made strange; and a metaphysical Jewishness—these were key elements for Kiš, who emerged from the ruins of postwar Yugoslavia to become a major figure in Central European fiction. Mixing a modernist sense of history with Borgesian invention (though, like Leibniz and Newton coming to calculus, Kiš may have arrived at his style independently), Kiš fashioned a distinct polyglot literature, one that presented original responses to the dual terrors of Soviet communism and Nazi fascism.

Kiš remains far too unknown in the United States, despite being championed by the likes of Aleksandar Hemon, William Gass, and Philip Roth, who helped to introduce him to the English-speaking world by including him in his influential Writers From the Other Europe series. In 1980, under Roth’s editorship, Penguin published Kiš’s story collection A Tomb for Boris Davidovich, which included “The Knife With the Rosewood Handle.” Since then, amidst a period when major publishers have shown fitful interest in foreign fiction, Kiš’s work has been shepherded by university and independent presses. Several of his books remain untranslated, but this month, Dalkey Archive will publish new translations of two short novels and a story collection—The Attic, Psalm 44, and The Lute and the Scars—that offer an important chance to reassess his work and return him to the front ranks of world literature. What emerges most poignantly is the theme of inheritance, both literary and historical, and of how Kiš hacked through the thicket of memory to find, if not solace, then a tenuous accommodation with the past. In his writings on the Holocaust, Kiš also produced some precocious insights about the nature of remembrance and its potentially malign influence on art.

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Kiš was born in 1935 in Subotica, a formerly Austro-Hungarian city that had recently become a Yugoslav border town and that featured one of Europe’s grandest synagogues. In 1944, Kiš suffered an early loss when his father died in Auschwitz. He and his remaining family rode out the rest of the war in Hungary (the homeland of his father, whose surname was originally Kon), before resettling in Montenegro. Kiš later graduated from the University of Belgrade and spent many years in Serbia, but he also taught in Hungary and France, where he mixed with a host of survivors and émigré intellectuals. He spent his last decade in Paris and died there of cancer in 1989.

In Yugoslavia, Kiš suffered abuse from the local writers union, whose hardline Stalinist members accused him of plagiarism, a charge that stemmed both from his Jewishness and from his being out of step with the dogmatic school of socialist realism. (He also tended to trumpet his non-Yugoslav influences, providing some ammunition for his nationalist critics.) In his introduction to A Tomb for Boris Davidovich, Joseph Brodsky says that this treatment was enough to send Kiš into a “nervous shock.”

Among the newly translated works published by Dalkey is Kiš’s first novel, The Attic. Written in 1960 and subtitled “A Satirical Poem,” the book is the story of a young writer living a bohemian life in Belgrade, where he courts a woman he calls Eurydice and lives in an insect-infested apartment. The novel has some witty moments, but it’s a scattershot collage, its varied parts less coherent and appealing than his later work.

The Attic is most interesting for what it reveals about how Kiš evolved as a writer. Like many first novels by young men, the author sings of himself, in the form of his fictional alter ego. But his first-person protagonist does so with a deprecating self-consciousness: “I was completely caught up in myself—that is, caught up in the vital issues of existence.” He then unleashes a long list of these concerns, ranging from “the issue of nourishment” to “the difference between culture and civilization.”

The novel also features some strange (and potentially illusory) journeys to Africa—in which Africans are a little too exoticized for comfort—and ends with the narrator, who sometimes calls himself Orpheus, running a seedy bar with his roommate. This is Kiš in the lab, messing around. Lists, pastiche, cosmic concerns set alongside the trivial—many of the tropes that would later serve Kiš so well are here, though noticeably absent are the death and historical trauma that would become the dark stars at the heart of his oeuvre.

“Haven’t I told you a hundred times that I am writing in order to emancipate myself from my egoism?” asks the novel’s Orpheus. It’s a canny remark—at once bombastic, self-flagellating, and sincere. But the other two newly translated Kiš works—the story collection The Lute and the Scars and the Holocaust novel Psalm 44—show that, if anything, his emancipation led to a new imprisonment, this time in the shadow of totalitarianism and genocide.

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Written in 1960, Psalm 44 is not Danilo Kiš’s only Holocaust novel. (Garden, Ashes is about a boy whose father, a deluded genius, former railway worker, and failed businessman, is carted off to a camp. Hourglass is about an assimilated Jewish railroad inspector in wartime Yugoslavia. In both cases, Kiš makes heavy use of railroads—among the most loaded symbols of the war.) But it is his only one about Auschwitz, which claimed the lives of not just his father but also several other family members. And for its time (a generation removed from the Shoah, when the author was still in his twenties), Psalm 44 is a startlingly mature work. Based on a newspaper article about a child allegedly born in Auschwitz, the novel seizes on its maudlin premise without becoming mired in it.

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irvingdog says:

I think the author means the “Babel confusion of languages”

irvingdog says:

I think the author means the “Babel confusion of languages”

Pam Green says:

There is something very cold, very aloof and clinical and unsympathetic, about this review. And I wonder why the reviewer decided to write in this dispassionate tone, about a Serbian writer clearly haunted by the Holocaust, who lost his father in Auschwitz and many friends to suicide. Jacob Silverman’s mean-spirited attitude is revealed (at least for me) when he tells us that the short story has merely a “metaphysical Jewishness” because Danilo Kis is not really a Jew, as his mother was Eastern Orthodox. To make such a distinction, here, in relation to this writer, is an obscenity! But perhaps Silverman is unaware of the history of the Serbian Jews, and the Serbian Orthodox who refused to turn them over to the Nazis, who died by the millions rather than cooperate with Nazis and their local surrogates, the Croats.

I understand his ignorance; I was ignorant too until I read the brief biography of Jared Israel on his website tenc dot net. (Click on ‘Who We Are’ to find this section.) First, he writes, “I always knew about the Serbs. When I was little, maybe five, my father gave me these old-fashioned-type shoes that sort of rolled up in the front. He said they were Serbian shoes. I used to wear them with my Robin Hood hat plus I had a magic wand. My father asked what I was doing and I said magic to help people and my father said, “Maybe you’re right. Those are the shoes of the people who stopped Hitler.”

Then Jared quotes a long portion from the book, The Serbs Chose War, by Ruth Mitchell. It’s a must read for every Jew. And finally Jared explains why he began his website, to tell the truth about the Bosnian War. He writes, “Early in the breakup of Yugoslavia, which overwhelming evidence proves was instigated by Washington and Berlin, leaders of powerful American Jewish organizations took out a full-page advertisement in the N.Y. Times. Citing false information, they condemned the Serbs out of hand, calling them fascists. It is impossible to overstate the harm this did to the Serbian people. The Serbs were being attacked by neo-fascists in Croatia and Islamist terrorists in Bosnia. These Islamist terrorists ran the so-called Bosnian government. Our media rather incredibly described the Islamist government as broad-minded and democratic. And now the leaders of the Anti-Defamation League, the American Jewish Committee and the American Jewish Congress publicly attacked the Serbs as fascists. Imagine how the Serbs felt, unjustly demonized in the Western media and now attacked by supposed leaders of the people they had died to protect. And because everyone knows Jewish people suffered terribly at the hands of the Nazis, when Jewish leaders called Serbs “the new Nazis” and called President Milosevic “the new Hitler,” these lying accusations carried weight. The sheer monstrousness of the injustice hit me. How could these leaders, speaking in the name of me and other American Jews, publish lies about these people? What did they do it for? To curry favor with leaders in Washington?”

So, Jacob Silverman, literary critic, your polished prose and clever insights seem – to borrow your own words – airy, a tad scholarly, and precocious. Please read what Jared Israel and Ruth Benedict have to say and maybe you’ll agree with me that every Serb is an honorary Jew and that the Jewish community must make up for our ignorance and repay our debt to these great, honorable and loving friends.

Thank you very much for this insightful review. I have read all the novels of Kis translated into English; I look forward to this new collection. I am sure you know, although your readers may not, that Kis is part of the trilogy of postwar Serbian Jewish writers, all of them very much worth reading: Aleksander Tisma lived not far from Kis (the former in Novi Sad; the latter in Subotica) and set a trilogy of translated novels–all revolving around the Holocaust and its aftermath, in Novi Sad. Tisma is also no longer with us. David Albahari very much is. His novel Götz and Meyer is remarkable.

Thanks for your response, Edward. I haven’t been able to get to Tisma but have heard good things, so that’s a welcome reminder. And I share your love of Albahari’s work, with “Götz and Meyer” being my favorite as well. (I didn’t care as much for “Leeches” but found some things to appreciate in it.)

Natan79 says:

Pam Green, you say Danilo Kis was not really a Jew because his mother was Christian. Yet his father was Jewish, and this certainly made him Jewish in Eastern Europe and for Hitler. Moreover, given that Danilo Kis was not Christian and maintained a strong sense of Jewishness throughout his life and novels (if you actually manage to read them), he was a Jew and he would have been eligible for being an Israeli citizen under the Law of Return.

Your comment sounds like that of a typical Ashkenazi American Jew or Western Europe Jew, forever stultified by Orthodox rabbis. Really, who are you to say who is a Jew or who is not? I am glad your view does NOT win. In Israel, people like Danilo Kis are received with open arms by the state, even though the draft-dodging religious crowd and people like yourself tell them they’re not Jews.

In the Israeli army I knew a man from Moscow whose name was Andrei Rosenfeld, with a Jewish father and a Russian mother. He grew as an atheist under Communism, as 99 % of urban Eastern European youth grew. He told me: “Eh, I was a Jew for the Russians and now I’m a Russian for the Jews.” He was referring to people like yourself and to hundreds of thousands of I’m-so-holy fellows who, you see, never quite had the time to defend Israel. Shame on you, Pam Green!

Pam Green says:

You misunderstood me entirely; I said quite the opposite of what you imply! I was upset that the reviewer did not regard Danilo Kis as Jewish. I said “I was put off” when the reviewer even brought this up! And I was put off, for the very reason you are upset with me! How could you so misinterpret my comment?

In fact, when I first read the review, I thought it was cold and clinical and too clever. I was terribly upset. But then I calmed down and thought that I had probably misjudged Jacob Silverman, so I rewrote my comment to soften it. But obviously, I was not clear, so I apologize.

Branislav says:

In my opinion Danilo Kiš was a great writer, first and foremost. It wasn’t his choice, as he was a very small child, to be baptized in a Serbian orthodox church, to become by that, as one might conclude, a Serb, but it was definitely his choice to be buried as one; the burial ritual itself was Serbian orthodox, as Danilo Kiš wished it to be. Nevertheless, his ties with the Jewish culture were very strong, as well, it’s evident, one just have to read what he wrote. First and foremost, that’s what he is: a great novelist.

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Serbia’s Holocaust Memorist

Danilo Kiš’s fiction, newly translated, mined the Shoah with a Borgesian sense of mystery