Momcilo Selic

Momcilo Selic is a writer and a journalist. He was managing editor of Chronicles from 1987-1989.

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  • April 1995

    From Beyond the Pale

    We saw them at dawn: a dozen men in ragged camouflage, lugging dull black weapons glinting like poised snakes. Their faces rugged like Arizona bluffs, dark brown or brick red, they moved without a sound, like the mist rolling out of the forest.

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  • February 1994

    The Serbs of Ozren Mountain

    "Let me marry / Or buy me a banjo / For I must pluck / At something!" sings Milosli Dragichevitch, a Serb from Ozren Mountain in Bosnia. Milosh is a 50-year-old whose eyes twinkle darkly as he laughs at jokes about Serbs and Turks, made up by someone diabolical, somewhere in Bosnia.

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  • July 1993

    Notes From the Front, Part II

    Basically, the Yugoslav problem is simple: it is a war of vanities, of various ethnic and religious groups vying for supremacy. If this sounds familiar to American and other Western readers, the parallel is intentional.

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  • June 1993

    Notes From the Front, Part I

    In the twilight, the machine gunner holds aloft the dissembled barrel of his weapon, his hands oily and stained, and grins at me. White-toothed, red-haired, he wears his beret like a bonnet.

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  • Writers' Unions
    January 1989

    Writers' Unions

    "PEN international is working for your release," my lawyer told me. In the bare, mean interview room of the Belgrade District Prison he smiled at me, and I smiled back, because the mikes could not pick that up.

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  • A Dirge For Bosnia
    May 1988

    A Dirge For Bosnia

    "For now I began to get the news from Croatia," wrote Mrs. Ruth Mitchell, an American in Dubrovnik, in May of 1941. "I could not believe a quarter of them."

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  • Execution
    April 1988

    Execution

    Vukota Vlahovic said to his mother, "I am a grown man." But his mother just smiled. "You are a boy until you marry. Even then you will be my son." "God be with you," she said, as he walked away without looking back.

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  • On Might
    November 1987

    On Might

    Walt Whitman sang what he saw—in 1860, he gave a name to Madison's and Jefferson's vision of the new commonwealth. "[Our success]," Jefferson had said in 1801, "furnishes a new proof of the falsehood of Montesquieu's doctrine, that a republic can be preserved only in a small territory.

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  • The Pterodactyls of Lima
    August 1987

    The Pterodactyls of Lima

    As we left for Ayacucho, Lucho Monasi Cockburn took out his machete from under his car seat and put it between the two of us. "It's a bad road," he said and looked at me. His eyes were blue, almost lost between the wrinkles of his smile. "One cholo less or more, who cares!"

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  • May 1987

    Martyrs Inc.

    "When I must define my own views," writes Milovan Djilas in his latest book, Of Prisons and Ideas, "I identify them as 'democratic socialist.'" For those who find this oxymoronic, Djilas' whole book may seem like an exercise in contortion.

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  • Betrayed by Britain
    January 1987

    Betrayed by Britain

    If there be monsters, they yawn from within. It is hard not to see justice in the story of an empire, brought low by its unwillingness to defend itself.

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  • The Promise of Life
    January 1986

    The Promise of Life

    There is no more Atlantis. "Where," I was asked in prison, by a Yugoslav State Security agent, "is this Atlantis you would like to live in, Selic?"

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  • Transports of Power
    September 1985

    Transports of Power

    Phenomena, like words, suffer much in translation. To know is to understand, but to be merely informed is far from knowing. We agonize through our books vicariously, then sit to enjoy our dinner.

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