so the famous style that shook everyone in hodza didn't transfer that well into the next book. it was a little difficult to read because the tediousness of this style feels like you are being choked. the book is full of very interesting activities, discussion, descriptions, travel, but just the endless full stops killed me. in the first part of the book he has a discussion with his ex that made me cry, it was the most relatable thing i read in a long time. "vrati mi dijete i idi gdje hoces." that cut real deep. i also loved all the philosophizing with his friend that felt very russian lit. best part was the bike trip east, love the imagery in that.
i talked about this book and hodza with a bunch of people, some told me they gave up reading them because they couldn't handle the short, verbless sentences. this is mostly applied to the second book, because the first one is so brutal and raw, you just have to keep going. this really upset me because this is some of the most important material on bh war and post war period and the horror we have to keep living.
reading it i really felt how war still lives in him, just like it lives in me and not only that, i realized i am living like i am waiting for the next war. and that's really hard.