| A Review of: Between Mountains by Angela K. NarthMaggie Helwig's newest novel is essentially a love story, but it
is so much more than simply a tale of romance. Set mainly in The
Hague and Bosnia, this novel spans the final six months of the last
millennium, giving us a rare glimpse into the tense post-Balkan war
political landscape that remained after the attention of the rest
of the world had moved on. It is July 1999. Daniel Bryant, a Canadian
war correspondent, has remained in Sarajevo to follow up on interviews
with suspected war criminals. Travelling to The Hague to pursue his
research, Daniel renews his friendship with Lili, a French citizen
of Serbian-Albanian descent who is working as a simultaneous
interpreter at the War Crimes tribunal-the same tribunal that has
indicted Nikola Markovic, Daniel's prime subject. Aware that any
fraternization between journalists and tribunal interpreters is
strictly forbidden, Daniel and Lili must play a protracted game of
hide and seek in order to spend precious moments together, all the
while resisting the temptation to share confidential information
that each knows the other has.
This is the second novel for Helwig, a Toronto writer with six
books of poetry, two books of essays, and a collection of short
stories already behind her. Her first novel Where She Was Standing
(2001), focussed on the murder of a Canadian journalist in occupied
East Timor. The book received critical acclaim and was compared to
the work of Michael Ondaatje and Graham Greene. In her first novel,
Helwig was able to re-create the tensions and emotional upheaval
of war. In Between Mountains she explores the less well-travelled
road of post-war horrors, when nightmares return to haunt those who
have witnessed or perpetrated them.
The sexual and professional tension between Daniel and Lili is
finely wrought with powerful and effective prose. But the most
startling passages are those which focus on Markovic's interior
monologue in the weeks before his trial. Initially, Markovic is
in a state of denial. He wasn't there. He saw nothing. He refuses
to read the diaries of his co-accused and insists the written
accounts of ethnic cleansing are lies. As the novel progresses, he
defends his role as necessary. Later, as he begins to realize the
impact of his actions, he tries to convince himself he was acting
in response to orders.
Helwig's experiences as a human rights activist and her skill as a
keen observer of human nature enable her to put a very human face
on Markovic. The prisoner's reactions to the memories that return
to haunt him make him, at times, an almost sympathetic character,
and make one wonder if war is ever black and white.
This is a profound novel, unlikely to have broad appeal for readers
of mass market popular fiction. It will have great impact on those
who have ever wondered at the human animal's ability to rationalize
acts of cruelty and degradation against one another. For them, and
for all students of journalism, ethics and foreign affairs, it
should be required reading.
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