The Tiger’s Wife is the personal story of the heroine, a doctor like her grandfather, recounting her close relationship with him after his death, interspersed with stories of his life, as the poor but bright son of a widow and midwife and protege of the local pharmacist, stories of the village where he grew up, and the uneasy life in post-war Yugoslavia, where former neighbors are now fiends, and live on the other side of the border, and your grandmother’s birthplace may well have been wiped off the map.
The stories are rich and masterfully over-layered, but some I found too ethereal. Come on: would a hungry tiger, even one that has lived in a zoo all his life, somehow forget that he can just jump on humans to get a snack? And the deathless man just gets more tedious with each non-death he encounters. So I came away with a feeling of admiration but not full enjoyment for the book.