Ivo Andric was born October 10, , in Docu, Bosnia. He was raised in Bosnia, a region of violent political turmoil for centuries. As a young patriot, Andric became associated with political organizations, leading to his imprisonment for three years during World War I. He was also under virtual house arrest during World War II.

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Enlarge cover. Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Open Preview See a Problem? Details if other :. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. He is taken to a prison in Istanbul, where he tells his story, to Petar, a monk. No doubt it will be read by some as a political parable about the tyranny of the State, but also as a quite simply story about ill-fortune and human misunderstanding, fear and ignorance.

For the rest of the time the reader strips layer off layer, as one narrator passes him on the next. What exactly this game of form flirting with meaning signifies, must be left to the individual reader. Details within the story are made to mimic this form. Annoyed, he tried to break away from these exuberant youths when one of them brushed against him and he felt a folded scrap of paper thrust into his hand. The youths continued their chase but now in widening circles The effect of this is to make the plot seem more like a poetic image than an ordinary plot: capable, therefore, of as many meanings as are the images of an allusive poem.

The characters are remarkable alive, even in conversation. It is extremely moving. Fear, horror, despair, amusement at times — all these indicate that the threat of the meaning has been recognized. Get A Copy. Hardcover , pages. Published first published More Details Original Title. Other Editions Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about Prokleta avlija , please sign up.

Hi guys, Would anyone know about an abridged version of this for a 13 year old whose has taken Ivo Andric as a class case study on Balkans writers but absolutely refuses to read through the whole text See 2 questions about Prokleta avlija….

Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 4. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Start your review of Prokleta avlija. What is left after a man dies? People engaged in computing the estate of a dead man who, only a couple of days ago, was as alive as they are now, have a peculiar look.

They represent victorious life, which goes its own way and has its own necessities. But, victors of a pretty poor sort, their only merit consists in their having outlived the dead.

They remind one of looters, but looters who are sure to go scot free and who know that the rightful owner can never return and catch them. Not that they What is left after a man dies? Not that they are quite that, of course, but somehow they give you that feeling. An old monk died but after his death he has left not just his poor earthly belongings but also his stories. Stories of misery and despair Stories of madness Stories within stories Here were offenders both great and small, from the lad who had lifted a bunch of grapes or a fig from a counter, to swindlers and burglars; the innocent were here, and the falsely accused, the weak-witted and the betrayed, or people brought here by mistake from Istanbul and from all over the Empire… There were men with many murders to their account and others with records of prison escapes who were therefore already in irons here, even before their trial and conviction.

They clanked their chains provocatively, with furious curses on all iron and on the man who first thought of fetters. And the central is the story of a lonesome young Turk who has been falsely accused of conspiracy against the Sultan. In all the nations, prisons are similar to one another.

In all the times, methods of the secret police remain the same. But let me come straight to the point. Bosnia is a wonderful country, fascinating, with nothing ordinary in the habitat or people. And just as there are mineral riches under the earth in Bosnia, so undoubtedly are Bosnians rich in hidden moral values, which are more rarely found in their compatriots in other Yugoslav lands.

But, you see, there's one thing that the people of Bosnia, at least people of your kind, must realize and never lose sight of--Bosnia is a country of hatred and fear. The deva But let me come straight to the point. The devastating floods which smashed through Bosnia and Serbia over the weekend shadowed my reading of these stories. During the brightest of summer days these tales would depress most anyone. Factoring in the present suffering overseas made them often unbearable.

I have only slept a single night in Bosnia but I did visit Andric's apartment in Belgrade last year. I doubt if any of that informs much, but it remains interesting. There are floods in this collection. There is also treachery. What reigns though is the supremacy and indifference of mortality. The stories, except for the titular one, are set in Bosnia.

The Damned Yard occurs in a Turkish prison in Stamboul. What remains strange about this collection is a single omission. There are priests and viziers, merchants and drunks. There are artists and investigators, but there is a dearth of revolutionaries. I can't help but ponder whether that mirrors or distorts any thoughts or preconditions by the masterful diplomat, Nobel Laureate and writer.

View 1 comment. I couldn't put this down, ended up reading it in one sitting. I loved the setting, the story within the story, the characters, I loved everything about it. View all 4 comments. I'm honestly angry at myself for not reading this sooner.

I don't know why I avoided this book, because once I started, I finished by the end of the day that may have also been because I really had to read it for school very quickly. Quite short, but still a fascinating read.

This is the second work I've read of Andric, the first being one of his more prominent novels, The Bridge on the Drina. Both of these works are very similar, as the novel was a collection of stories centered on the community on the Drina river, and The Damned Yard a collection of stories which centered on Bosnia during the rule of the Ottoman Turks.

One could say that the novel had more of a central theme to keep it together, though in essence, there seemed little that would have prevented Andri This is the second work I've read of Andric, the first being one of his more prominent novels, The Bridge on the Drina. One could say that the novel had more of a central theme to keep it together, though in essence, there seemed little that would have prevented Andric from fitting in the stories from The Damned Yard into The Drina.

I don't know if I have the ability to communicate exactly what it was that I found so entrancing about Andric's stories--they are deceptively simple; just folk stories really. And yet somehow the author was able to draw me into this world of which I have no first-hand knowledge and little second-hand , and make it fascinating.

One thought that struck a glancing blow as I was reading was how real these people seemed--real without the artificial, satirical layers that the contemporary world imposes on us. I feel sometimes that what we think we know about human nature has progressed to where we are no longer able to appreciate its intricacies, and the characters that populate Andric's stories are unburdened by psychology and other inhibiting information.

Therefore they can, at times, appear child-like, yet at the same time freer. Well, as I say--it's not a simple thing to describe why these stories have their appeal. Other readers may find them unsophisticated--and they are; wonderfully so. And also deeply affecting. Andric writes about another way to live life, a way that I feel most of the people I know would rebuff. But in Andric's hands, it can seem liberating. I look forward to reading more by Andric--it has been a singular pleasure for me to read what I have so far.

Very surprised with this one,I have no words to describe all the feels I got from reading this amazing artwork.


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