War, So Much War, by Mercè Rodoreda

I'm going to Barcelona in a week and so I wanted to read something by Mercè Rodoreda, but I've been a little frightened off from her since I started and had to abandon Death in Spring a couple years ago. It was so, so grim. The other books of hers I had not read were War, So Much War, which didn't sound like an upbeat book based on the title alone, and Camellia Street, which I've seen described as her starkest book. I thought about rereading A Broken Mirror, but I had already done two rereads in the first 2 months of 2024, so I thought I really should read something new to me. Last week, as I was reading about Rodoreda and her oeuvre, I read something that said there wasn't actually all that much war in War, So Much War, and I decided I would give it a try. 

The book is a sort of picaresque, following 15-year-old Adrià Guinart, who has left his home in Barcelona to fight in the Spanish Civil War. He's given a job doing kitchen work, but doesn't last long among the militia. He spends the remainder of the book wandering the Spanish countryside from village to village, where he is by turns beaten up and shunned or taken in and cared for by the people he comes across. Death, destruction, and brutality are everywhere, but occasionally there is kindness. Adrià is hungry, injured, and traumatized. His nightmares blend into his reality, and sometimes reality is the nightmare. 

I would respectfully disagree with the statement that there's not much war in this book, though I can see what led the publisher to say it. The war is more in the background than in the foreground of the book, but at the same time, it is everywhere. As in The Time of the Doves, War, So Much War tells the experience of war from the perspective of the civilians who are living through it. (I think it's fair to call Adrià a civilian, even if he did try and join up; he is a child.) The war permeates every aspect of their lives, but they still need to find food to eat, tend their land, bury their dead. This is the reality for most people living through war. The stories of war aren't just the ones about soldiers on the front line. 

What Have You Left Behind? by Bushra al-Maqtari

Let me start by saying I had only half finished What Have You Left Behind? by Bushra al-Maqtari when I started writing this as part of a longer essay on memorials that I'm still working through in my head. 

I believe there is power in the telling and the naming of things. This is the heart of Bushra al-Maqtari’s project in What Have You Left Behind? To name the victims of the ongoing civil war in Yemen and to provide the survivors the chance to bear witness to the horrors they were subjected to. As might be expected, this book is devastating and hard to read. The individual testimonies are short – mostly about 3 pages, give or take – but each one captures succinctly and plainly the worst moments in the storytellers' lives. I found I needed to stop frequently to maintain my focus on each individual story. 

I keep a mental running list of books that attempt to show the reader the scope of tragedy or evil through a simple accounting. In no particular order, they include: The Trees by Percival Everett, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ by José Saramago, 2666 by Roberto Bolaño. EEG by Daša Drndić does it too. On some level, the whole of EEG is an accounting of atrocities, but it includes enumerated lists as well: the catalog of books taken from deported Jews; the list of disappeared chess players. Reading Drndić turned me into a person who pauses to study any metal plaques I may come across on the sides of buildings, or paving stones, or memorial sites. It's my own way of counting and honoring the dead. 

It occurs to me now that Horacio Castellanos Moya’s Senselessness is sort of a meta version of this type of book. The narrator of that book is reading and editing accounts – not unlike the ones Bushra al-Maqtari collected – of testimonials from the surviving victims of the military regime in Guatemala (though the country is not named in the book). The witness accounts are mostly from indigenous people, who in some cases watched their entire communities get slaughtered. The reader of Senselessness gets the accounts only second hand, as the narrator filters them for us, pulling out phrases that he finds particularly resonant and stories that exemplify the horror. This book doesn’t read like the others, as a literal accounting, but we see the effects that reading such a enumeration of horrors has on the narrator. 

In What Have You Left Behind? the listing is the whole book. After 200 pages of individual accounts, there is "A List of Victims in Brief," going beyond those accounted for in the main text. It covers the period between March 26, 2015 and September 29, 2017 and goes on for some 40 pages. I must also add that reading this in the context of the current situation in Gaza was rough. The stories told in this book sound strikingly similar to those in the news every day from Gaza. 

I had the sense almost as soon as I started What Have You Left Behind? that al-Maqtari undertook the project both to document the horrors that have been brought upon the civilians of Yemen indiscriminately by both sides in the civil war, but also as a way of doing something that might put her at a remove, even as she is collecting the most devastating stories out of what seems like an infinite supply of them. I thought about my father who, when he found himself in lower Manhattan on September 11, 2001 in the moments before the collapse of the twin towers, bought a camera and took pictures until he was able to be evacuated. The camera creates a distance. It takes you from being a participant to being a spectator, a documentarian. I think doing reportage may have a similar effect. However, at the very end of the book, al-Maqtari includes her own testimony: a remembrance of a friend, a fellow activist and founder of a humanitarian relief organization, who was killed by a militia shell in 2018. This serves to remind us that while she is reporting on the war, she is also living through it, with all its devastating effects.