Aleksandar Hemon moved from Sarajevo to Chicago in 1992, wrote his first story in English in 1995, and won a MacArthur “genius grant" in 2004. Not bad, right?
Last week Hemon released the fruit of his “genius grant," The Lazarus Project, a novel that jumps between the murder of a Jew in early 20th century Chicago and a Bosnian immigrant in modern-day Chicago investigating the victim. Hemon’s 2002 novel Nowhere Man and 2000 debut collection of stories, The Question of Bruno, also feature Chicago heavily. His style is a mix of careful description and epic narrative, channeling the desires and dreams of immigrants in America; he lives in Edgewater, one of the most diverse and immigrant friendly neighborhoods in the city.
The Chicago Tribune ran its review of The Lazarus Project this weekend, the first one I’ve stumbled upon, applying the g-word judiciously:
All the same, I'm about to make a big assertion: Hemon just might have, in his third book, pulled it off. I'm not sure "The Lazarus Project" is a work of genius, but it may be the work of a genius.
Too much contemporary fiction seems purposefully to address small things in small ways—and it's not even a question of a writer's skill; it's a question of intent, of pinched ambition. But "The Lazarus Project" takes a healthy swing at the all-inclusive, the gripping, at the truly audacious. It's a book that manages to do what the best fiction does: It frames the public conscience of its own messy, changeful period. Hemon's is a majestic talent.
Hemon will be featured on 98.7 WFMT’s Writers on the Record on Sunday, May 18 at noon, which you can attend for free. Chicagoist posted a lengthy interview with him last week, as well.
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Andrew Sheivachman
I'm currently a sophomore at the Medill School of Journalism at Northwestern University, studying journalism and creative writing. I've written for The Daily Northwestern, North by Northwestern, The Escapist, Yankee Pot Roast, and The New York Sun. My favorite author is David Foster Wallace, but I also have a soft spot for Thomas Pynchon, Junot Diaz, and David Mitchell. I'm really not pretentious, though. I swear. Really.
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