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238 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2008
a literary microcosm of world history related through the lives of ordinary people. Devilspel is a moving and elegant novel of fine character portraits, told in restrained but beautiful prose, is set in a small town at a watershed moment of Lithuanian history when ethnic cleansing and the Holocaust enter the lives of the local Jews and non-Jews alike, dividing neighbours and families into persecuted and persecutors. A perfect narrative arc, starting in a cemetery and ending in a cemetery and peopled with memorable characters, such as Danuta, Eliesheva and Gedalye. It is never heavy-handed or breast-beating in spite of its horrific and heart-breaking subject matter. Translator and author are a perfect fit: the translator wears the mantle of the author as if they were the same size and have travelled together on the same journey.
“I was interested in the life of little Jewish towns in the last war, because no one had written a word or taken an interest in them before. So I took an interest and wrote my novels” (from https://www.ebrd.com/news/2020/devils...)
Next to his kennel, with his shaggy head resting on his front paws, Rex slept, exhausted by his own watchfulness. The fat, supercilious hens paraded proudly around the yard, following the imperious rooster.
The world seemed fresh and good, as though it had just emerged from infancy and was peopled neither by the chosen nor pariahs, nor by the righteous nor the guilty, and there were no tears - only this blue sky and this greenery, this greenery and blue sky.
Yakov relished the rustic beauty and the pastoral perfection of the world; if anyone was spoiling it, he thought sadly, it was only humans.
The arrival of the Germans didn’t catch him by surprise. Yoske neither assumed a low profile nor panicked. Attempting to tamp down the gossip about his suspicious origins, which was smouldering like a burning brand, he quickly decided how to orient himself. Realising what he needed to do, considering the new conditions, he sewed a white armband onto his sleeve. The white armband was the emblem of the Lithuanian partisans, fighting to free the country from the Bolshevik occupiers. Thus, from being a friend of the Jews, with whom he had been on familiar terms his whole life, he became their enemy.
Only the mischievous ravens, eternal denigrators of all that takes place under heaven, continued to build their nests in the old pine trees, producing their bold, irrepressible fledglings. Each day, early in the morning, they tried to awaken the dead with their ominous cawing. But the Jews of Mishkine were in no hurry to awaken, fearing perhaps that somebody was coming for them, as they had for their faithful caretaker Yakov.