Although he is revered in his homeland, the former Yugoslavia, Semezdin Mehmedinović is not familiar to the English speaking world, and yet his writing is so beautiful, his feelings so close to the surface, his family ties so strong, he should be. His first collection to be translated, Sarajevo Blues, evidently covers experiences during the siege of that city. Composed of three novellas, My Heart describes pivotal experiences while his family lived as refugees in the United States. Paramount is a search for identity and home, for example, re-visiting apartment complexes they'd only inhabited for several months at a time.
In the first, the eponymous My Heart, Mehmedinović describes his heart attack at the age of 50 and his realization of his own mortality and regrets at the road not taken, the paths not chosen. In Red Bandana, on a road trip with his 33 year old photographer son through the American desert, he attempts to forge a relationship with his only son, meeting roadblocks both external and interior: "...in the American desert, I was more a foreigner than you were. And in fact, I am a foreigner everywhere in the world: as soon as I leave my home, I step into a void." This desert sojourn affords him the ability to muse at length on the nature of home, the quality of his father/son bond, and the importance of memory. ("...the car is an instrument of time.")
The nature of memory is examined more closely in Snowflake, the third story, which deals with his wife's stroke and loss of short term retention. The importance of shared experience, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, forms the bulwark of relationship. And while Mehmedinović does not spell it out, the fact that, according to his backleaf bio, he moved back to Sarajevo in 2016, speaks volumes. This is one of the most beautiful, heart wrenching books I have ever read.