The Incessant Perpetuation Of Collective Fantasies Makes

When I Found Myself In The U.s., And The War Was At Full Swing In Bosnia, I Read For Survival - It Was A Means Of Thought Resuscitation.

When I Came To America, I Was Already A Writer, Already Published In Bosnia. I Was Planning To Go Back, But I Had No Choice But To Stay Here After The Civil War, So I Enrolled At Northwestern In A Master's Program And Studied American Literature.

It Is So Much Easier To Deal With The Dead Than With The Living. The Dead Are Out Of The Way, Merely Characters From Stories About The Past, Never Again Unreadable, No Misunderstandings Possible, The Pain Coming From Them Stable And Manageable. Nor Do You Have To Explain Yourself To Them, To Justify The Fact Of Your Life.

I End Up Writing Something Every Day, Since I Develop Six Or Seven Things At The Same Time - Soccer Columns, This And That.

It's Not That War Crimes Stop As Soon As A Novel About Them Is Published. Literature Operates Slowly, It Is Always Inching Toward Bliss, Never Quite Getting There.