I can't remember the last time I picked up a novel and, quite literally, couldn't put it down. With the dark humor of Vonnegut or Joseph Heller, and an excellent ability to weave a tale of the random absurdity of life, Novakovich, drew me into this tale of Croatia - from the days of Tito to the days of the Republic. I found myself re-reading passages and pondering them. It was a fascinating look into a country where children "dig with branches into the soil for small Roman, Byzantine, Turkish, Hapsburg, Hungarian, Croatian and Yugoslavian coins" -- a place that has been conquered, independent, re-conquered, and independent, again -- a place where men like to play and women are strong. Novakovich touches on history, politics, theology, love, and life with the same depth of thought.
"That's all he's made, a point. Points can't be big. Don't you know the geometric definition of a point? Points can't add up to substance."
"That's why we grow older-- to learn, to become good, to do good at least for a few hours before the end."