This time, the writing of Aleksandar Hemon is fully autobiographical: “To write about a life, you need a life to write about. Or you used to, anyway. Hemon, as his book’s title implies, has a surfeit. His are the multiple lives of the uprooted: the remembered life of his upbringing in Bosnia, the transposed life of the new immigrant to Chicago and the present life of the author, husband, father.”
>review (c) THE NEW STATESMAN, 2013
delirium clemens 