"She was not the same and it was not the hand of time or how she was now bent when once she had stood ever so straight. No, the change in her was different.
Once there had been promise and now she was grateful for the pittance the universe continued to provide."
Kassab writes stories of entire communities, not individuals, and her scope seems expanding. From the story of a family in House of Yussuf, to a town in Australiana, to the interlinked communities in two countries of the Lovers. In Politica, however, Kassab takes on the impact of a war across a whole society over four decades. Starting with a group at the heart of the origins, the conflict reverberates through Kassab's vignettes and threads across a country that feels awfully like Lebanon*, but could be anywhere.
This kind of writing won't be for everyone. It can be mentally taxing to keep track of the interconnections for a middle-aged brain at the end of a long work day. At one level, you don't have to; each vignette can stand alone, but the impact of the whole is lessened if you don't. Kassab isn't a dramatic writer - there is no graphic violence, for example - but she builds impact through the quiet moments and the understanding of how everyone, through this fabric, is changed.
Change is at the heart of this book. Over the span of time covered, we see how individuals, families, and villages are altered. Perspectives and people change.
The polyphonic approach also forces constant shifts of perspective, a panoptic view, if that didn't have sinister connotations. Kassab often introduces us to the doubt-ridden interior lives of heroes, which undercuts their use as symbols by others.
Much here is a lament, but it is still less than that that celebrates the resilience of connection and community. Communities certainly fail their members; not everyone is ever saved, and Kassab writes of those who are lost. But still, she shows us, the fabric endures because there is nothing of life without it.
*There are some distinct nods, which could distract, but also elevate. This is a universal story, but it is not a hypothetical one. Sometimes a trace of specificity is a reminder that this is more than an exercise in empathy.