I don't normally scribble in my books, years of being yelled at in a school system I only recently left have scarred me too much. However, this book compelled me to underline, circle and scribble my comments in the margins. The author's an anarchist, I feel like he'd appreciate it.
Some of the comments were angry. I felt at times as if the author was an American who simply did not understand, and I felt like screaming just like the Macedonian Albanian woman "why don't you understand me?" especially on the question of nationalism. The author often seems surprised when people, especially Albanians and Bosnians he meet, talk about the violence they wish to do to Serbians and judges them slightly for expressing their hatred. While I agree that hatred is bad, he has to understand that it is difficult to feel anything but hatred and the desire for revenge, to push back the occupying army just a little further to get your whole home back instead of being stuck with half a country. I appreciate that he talked about Croatia's crimes against its Serbian minority population, but didn't mention a single time the horrific crimes committed by the Serbian army against Croats in Croatia. That could also be my semi-nationalist upbringing talking as I am Croatian myself. I guess I will never know for sure. However, what separates Meckfessel from every other Westerner I've read writing about the Balkans is that he owns his "dumb Westerner" moments. He acknowledges his mistakes. He includes the voice of the Balkan peoples themselves, and that is what makes his book compelling.
What I loved most about this book is the sheer amount of love that pervaded its pages. I didn't know that it was possible for anybody else besides me to love the confusion, joie de vivre and contrariness of the Balkans so fiercely. He captures our hedonism and openness perfectly and delivers sketches of the contradictory characters that populate the region, like the Slavic Nazi, with minimal judgement. He portrays an honest picture of the problems facing Balkan society, and unlike many Western authors recognizes how in many ways neoliberalism, capitalism and forced privatization destroyed the fabric of society. My favorite part about the book was the focus on the history of anarchism in the Balkans. I did not know about that aspect of our history but it gave me hope that there is some precedent for a better future, and the author is right in saying that many of the preconditions for an anarchist revolution do exist in the Balkans due to our millenia long history of resistance. I wanted to scream about that find from my tiny dorm window, "we were philosophers! We were thinkers too! We can be dreamers, not just fighters!"
The second I finished this book, I began contemplating a letter writing campaign to have "Balkan Ghosts" removed from libraries the world over and replaced with this book. Since that is unlikely to succeed, I've settled for recommending it to every Western friend of mine who wants to learn about the Balkans from a non-Western perspective, because in many ways the author is just like a native. I also want to recommend it to all of my Balkan friends. Us Balkan people have a complex of self-hatred left over from centuries of colonialism in which we think we have no culture or intellectual tradition and that Western Europe is so much better than us, but Meckfessel writes so lovingly that I became proud of my culture again. He has made me desperate to read more about the Balkans (and about anarchism).
I would like to close this review with one of my favorite quotations from the book: "I decide that civilization still exists here after all, even if Greece is in the EU." Us Balkan people may be "backwards" and "full of ancient ethnic hatreds," but we know how to live. Thank you, Shon Meckfessel, for recognizing that. Thank you for writing this book.