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The English Patient: Review

29/6/2017

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​Michael’s Ondaatje’s The English Patient should appeal to travelers, with its settings from post-war Italy to inter-war Egypt. As someone with Hungarian interests, I find the historical personality behind the title character fascinating.
 
The “English Patient,” suffering from burns over most of his body is recovering in a partially bombed out and abandoned Italian monastery. A Canadian nurse takes care of him, reading his copy of Herodotus’ The Histories, his only remaining possession, aloud to him. In the process, the patient gradually regains memories of his desert exploration years before, when he had an affair with the wife of an expedition member. The reader gradually learns he is László Almásy, a Hungarian aristocrat who acquired a native-like English accent from attending a British school in childhood.
 
The historical Almásy, on which Ondaatje basis the patient, served in the Austro-Hungarian military in WWI, charted much of the North African desert in the inter-war period, and was later recruited for Germany in WWII. In the novel, at least, he uses his unique knowledge of the desert to guide German spies through the desert—a feat the enemy finds nearly impossible to trace, due in part to numerous sandstorms. As a linguist, I’m intrigued by Almásy’s discovery (not mentioned in the novel) of the Magyarab tribe, descendants of 16th-century Hungarian soldiers serving in the Ottoman Empire and their Nubian wives. They now speak Arabic, but their name is derived from the ethnonym Magyar, meaning “Hungarian.” Contrary to this work of fiction, Almásy was apparently a gay man.
 
For the most part, Ondaatje moves easily between one time frame and the next in presenting Almásy’s gradual recollections of his past—and the others’ discoveries of it, particularly as he blabs under the influence of morphine. I still found the author was sometimes inconsistent in tense shifts as he moved from present scene to flashback and returned to the present.
 
But the novel more than compensates for such moments of confusion with its vivid characters. Hana has an affair with a Sikh British sapper, who also takes up temporary residence in the building. He apparently finds his “flow” in defusing bombs; he can’t get enough of the challenge. He’s a useful person to have around, given the ubiquity of bombs left by retreating Germans—nurse Hana can’t even play the piano for fear it’s booby trapped. The fourth main character is the thief, an Italian-Canadian man who gets his thumbs cut off when he’s caught spying for the Allies. Some of the portions told from his point of view are among the most insightful of the book.
 
It’s a great read, combining romance, edgy realism, and story-telling craft.
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"Tear Down the Wall" Turns 30

12/6/2017

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While there is debate over how much it had to do with the actual fall of the Wall, the 30th anniversary of Reagan’s speech is worth commemorating. It came during my idealistic college years, at a time when I dated a German girl, had a German-American fraternity brother, and was starting to learn the language myself. When East German protests and freedom trains became nightly news in autumn 1989 – my final college semester – we students would shout “Tear down the Wall!” at the on-screen images.
 
I knew then it wasn’t Reagan’s work alone. John Paul II and Lech Wałęsa were instrumental in Poland, as was Václav Havel in Czechoslovakia. Years later I learned about Otto von Habsburg, last crown prince of Austria-Hungary, and his role in the Pan-European Picnic, held near the border between Hungary and Austria in August 1989. The frontier would be "open" symbolically for a few hours. When hundreds of East Germans seeking a route to the West (or just hanging out at that old socialist vacation spot, West-Central Hungary’s Lake Balaton) got wind of it and showed up at the crossing, confused Hungarian border guards let them through. Then thousands more began seeking asylum, even climbing over the fence and into West Germany’s embassy compound in Prague. And then an East German official misspoke on the night of 10-11 November, and the rest is history.
 
I left for Czechoslovakia the next fall, and that’s when my passion for travel began.

You can read more on the significance of Reagan's speech in this Russian Life article.
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