There is a whole branch of philosophy about the Just War, but Dimitri
Nasrallah remains sceptical. "Ultimately, war is chaos,” the Montreal
author says. "The vast majority of people are caught in the middle.
They’re waiting for the shelling to die down so they can go to the
store, hoping that the electricity doesn’t cut off long enough for their
food to go bad or that a bullet doesn’t come through their window.”
, Nasrallah’s second novel, begins with this chaos in the
form of the Lebanese Civil War. The book comes out this April, and,
given recent world events, it couldn’t be more timely.
We met to discuss
over a beer at a Little Burgundy café.
Easygoing and friendly, he admits that he is usually the one doing the
interviewing. When not working on his novels – including what he calls
his "mistress novel,” which he writes when his main project isn’t going
well – he works as the electronic music editor at the Canadian magazine
and contributes to a variety of publications. But it is for his fiction
that he has gotten the most attention. His first novel,
won the 2005 McAuslan First Book Prize from the Quebec Writers’
Federation and his story "The Forested Knolls of Elbasan” won the 2006
Quebec Writing Competition.
Like the boy in that short story who slips away and joins a family of dogs while his parents are fighting, the main figures of
are all looking for ways in which they can regain some sense of
stability in a new context. But while the "dogchild” is trying to escape
his tumultuous family life, the characters in
are all trying to escape the effects of war.
We first meet the novel’s eponymous protagonist when he is six years
old. His days are unstructured, as the schools have closed because of
the war, and he spends his time watching television, hunting flies
around the family’s small apartment, and hanging out with his father
Antoine, whose camera store has been bombed. Niko’s mother is expecting
another child, and she spends her day working as a writer, trying to
keep her idle husband and son from breaking her concentration.
The Beirut scenes alternate between boredom and the meaningless acts of
cruelty that punctuate it. As Niko and Antoine drive home from church
one Sunday, they are forced to watch as the teenagers manning a
checkpoint tie a plastic bag around a captive’s neck "so that it
inflates and deflates with every breath, like a giant heart.” The
teenagers laugh as he tries to breathe.
This kind of detail captures the war-torn city in a few deft strokes.
Early on, we begin to feel for the characters caught in this landscape
who Nasrallah describes as being on "the side of ordinariness.” We are
to school. But they are barred from establishing themselves anywhere. So
when Antoine’s sister-in-law offers to take in Niko while Antoine gets
himself back on his feet, Antoine agrees.
Niko joins his uncle and aunt, Sami and Yvonne, in their small apartment
in Montreal North. The boy resists settling in, convinced that his
father will return at any moment to whisk him away from the desolate
life of a new immigrant. In the meantime, he turns to petty crime to
keep himself amused.
Antoine keeps moving without his son, trying to scrape together enough
money to fulfill his role as Niko’s father once again. Nasrallah was
particularly interested in exploring father-son relationships, he says,
because "around the eighth or ninth draft I realized I was going to
become a father myself, and then around the twelfth draft, my kid was
By alternating the focus from one character’s inner life to another’s,
Nasrallah creates a series of cliffhangers which propel the story
forward. But the pleasure of reading
comes from more than
just its fast pace. In this novel, Nasrallah has created complete worlds
that you carry around in your head after you put the book down, worlds
to which you want to return. What makes these settings so enticing is
the way they are built up around
There are, however, some character-environment pairings that are more
interesting than others. For example, Niko’s desolate early life in
Montreal seems predictable in comparison with his father’s adventures.
Antoine finds work as a sailor, which takes him from North Africa to the
coast of South America, where he gets shipwrecked. The scenes that take
place on both sides of the Atlantic – Nasrallah calls them "mythic” and
"surrealistic” – show us better than anything else in the book that we
are in the hands of a master storyteller.
He wonderfully captures the sense of loss that accompanies the immigrant experience:
Everywhere around him, the street lamps flicker on, turning
the island into a constellation of stars, a minor universe in the middle
of the sea. Had he arrived here without his problems, Antoine would
have very much enjoyed the slow pace of this idyllic island. Maybe in
another time, he and his wife and the boy could have vacationed here.
"I don’t consider this an immigrant novel,” Nasrallah said when I asked him about the Lebanese community’s reaction to
"If they see their own stories in it, fine. It’s not an anthropological
book. I’ve never expected it to be representative of the story of a
The author’s own story, though, can be read into some parts of the plot.
Nasrallah was born in 1977 in Lebanon, during the civil war, and his
childhood was spent trying to escape the violence. His family moved to
Kuwait temporarily during "the more explosive parts of the war,” and
then to Athens, where his father’s advertising company had been
relocated. "There was this whole economy in the countries around Lebanon
that took shape around these people waiting for the war to end,”
Nasrallah said. "We were part of that for a while.”
He arrived in Greece in time to start kindergarten at an American
international school, and Nasrallah felt at home there. "That school was
a collection of foreigners,” he recalled. "You didn’t really feel like
an outsider there because everyone was an outsider.” But because of
Greek immigration laws, the Nasrallah family wasn’t allowed to set up
their own life there, so they moved again, this time to Canada via
Nasrallah’s arrival in Montreal at age
eleven was more difficult. He didn’t speak French, having learned
English at school in Greece and basic Arabic in Lebanon, but he landed
in a French school because of Bill 101. This left him feeling mute and
excluded, a position he portrays in
. Nasrallah describes the
book as dealing with "the manifestations of alienation that come with
being in an environment that’s not your own.”
He hadn’t intended to write about his own story. In 2005, after
came out with DC Books, an editor at another publishing house suggested
he write about his roots. "This was not some- thing I took well,”
Nasrallah said. At the time, he had been working on what he terms a
"speculative, Kurt Vonnegut-style story,” and he had no interest in
writing about his origins. "But I figured the question was going to keep
coming up, so I had a go at it, and for the longest time it didn’t
Six years and fourteen drafts later, it works.