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Title of Book: The Devil is a Black Dog: Stories of War and Revolution from the Middle East and
Genre: Fiction
Extent: 194 pp
Price: Rs 299
The collection of short stories under review by the Hungarian photojournalist and writer, Sndor
Jszbernyi, has the catchy title, The Devil is a Black Dog: Stories of War and Revolution from
the Middle East and Beyond. There are nineteen stories in all in this collection, of varying length,
ranging from three or four pages to the title story, 'The Devil is a Black Dog', which is about twenty
pages long. Four of these 'Professional Killers', 'How We Didn't Win', 'Homecoming' and 'The
Desert is Cold in the Morning' are set in Europe, presumably in the writer's native Hungary. The
rest are set in the Middle East and North Africa as the subtitle states, in the 'Middle East and
Beyond'. The 'Beyond' therefore refers to Hungary on the one hand, and North Africa on the other
(with one rather telling exception, which moves between Europe and Africa 'The Field' which I
will comment on shortly). I will engage briefly with the four European-setting stories first, before
'Professional Killers' is a powerful tale of the traumatic realization of violent death, told from the
point of view of a child. 'How We Didn't Win' is about a retaliation in a gang-war, that goes wrong
(the wrong person is targeted and severely brutalized by the narrator and his friend a fact they
discover later). In 'Homecoming' the narrator goes hunting with his father and his father's friend,
to celebrate his return to Hungary from North Africa. As they hunt and kill a deer, the narrator
recalls the Muslim woman he has loved and left behind, indifferent to her pleas for help to escape
from Islamic extremists in Sudan. 'The Desert is Cold in the Morning' is one of the more moving,
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even poignant pieces in the collection, recounting as it does the narrator's return to his family
home on his father's death, and his struggle to deal with the tension between his own emotional
emptiness and the enormous emotional demand of the situation. 'Professional Killers' and 'How
We Didn't Win' are totally immersed in the European context, and do not bear any traces of the
world beyond. The other two stories in contrast are haunted by those other worlds that the
writer has inhabited, and that appear now to shape and form his responses to and relations with
his home world. Rania, the woman abandoned in Khartoum by the narrator of 'Homecoming', and
seeking to escape from there, thus mirrors the narrator's own discomfort in his native land, and
his sense that he needs to escape it and return to those other places.
Apart from their common setting, the running theme linking these stories is violence sometimes
brutally explicit, sometimes oblique and understated, but ubiquitous as indeed, it is in all the
stories in this collection. In the other stories, set in Africa and the Middle East, much of this
violence is either explicitly stated to be of a religious kind specifically, of the Islamic extremist
kind; or takes place in an environment steeped in Islamic fundamentalism, if not extremism. Thus,
stories like 'How Ahmed Salem Abandoned God', 'Twins' and 'The Majestic Clouds' belong to the
first kind, while stories like 'The Blake Precept', 'Taking Trinidad', 'The First' and the title story,
'The Devil is a Black Dog' - indeed, the majority of them - belong in the second. The focus on
violence is only to be expected of course, since they are supposed to be stories of war and
revolution: however, there is not much revolution, and the war is more civil war than
conventional war between nation-states (implicitly raising the question, Is one persons revolution
anothers civil war - and vice versa?). Which is why these stories are vignettes that map the
This, however, also means that the writer is engaging with the lives and tales of ordinary people
caught in incredibly extraordinary situations, effected by the violence of their situations. Stories
like End of the World, Taking Trinidad and 'The Desert is Cold in the Morning' vividly paint the
terrible price paid by the person covering the violence, in terms of the loss of humanity,
graphically capturing the deadening of the soul required to continue reporting on these situations.
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Indeed, the overall tone of the collection is bleak, the style stark and minimalist, reminiscent of
Hemingway, whom in fact the writer cites in the epigraph to 'The Desert is Cold in the Morning'.
But Jszbernyi is also more brutally honest, relentlessly exposing the selfishness, indifference
and callousness that war and violence breed, not sparing even the narrators themselves of these
stories. The extreme nature of the situations, of the violence in them, give the stories an air of
unreality, at times even evocative of elements of the supernatural - as in the title story, or in The
Blake Precept. But there is also a savage bitterness and irony that haunts these reports from the
edge of sanity, best seen in The Field, which presents the inhuman underside of humanitarian
agencies - but also makes us ask, Could this be any other way in the face of such violence? -
Jszbernyis stories are themselves not untainted by the hypocrisies of the humanitarian
agencies. Even as he strives to be unflinchingly honest, the beyond in the title of the book raises
questions - about the politics of location, of subject-position, the persistence of Eurocentrism, the
nature of belonging, the failure to belong, etc - that suggest that through these stories of violence
in the beyond, the writer is perhaps trying to suggest a certain inevitability, a fatal and inexorable
quality to the violence that renders it the same everywhere, and therefore allows him to absolve
himself of any responsibility for it. But equally, we are persistently aware that Jszbernyi is too
honest not to be himself aware of these paradoxes - and that the searing anguish in some of the
That said, this collection is a must read - not just for aficionados of war fiction, or readers
interested in the Middle East, but for anyone interested in understanding the borders and
boundaries of sanity in the face of extreme violence. A note of caution though: these stories have
a way of sticking in the mind, and can result in a profound sense of sorrow.