An interesting, quirky read, well written and packing a lot into a small space. I finished the book quickly and found it to be a refreshing read.

For a moment there, I was afraid it wouldn't work. The Serbian memoryscape is so littered with landmines (even literally) that it's very easy to slip and hurt yourself and everyone else. This novel navigates deftly between the dangers, making point after point about the impossibility of memorialization, the culture industry, the general absurdity of just about everything except the passage of time. While memory studies isn't exactly my field, except when it comes to how queerness is historically remembered (or rather erased from collective cishet memory), I found the novel a minor success, especially since it was written by someone who wasn't directly involved in what the book is about.

Monumenta is very intriguing. It is the story of Olga and her family home, based in Belgrade.

The home is about to be requisition to make way for a monument to a massacre.

The book moves effortlessly from reality into either a hyper real state or drug induced state, often within a few paragraphs.

It appeared to me to be a story about love and loss in all of its forms, about how we can greive our lost identity and place in the world.

Momumenta is often funny, sometimes sad but at all times thought provoking.

Monumenta is a quick read but a powerful one, that stays with you after the last page is turned.

Reading this is like being let in on a joke. Having received an official notice that her house will be repurposed as a monument to “the massacre”, three architects arrive not only with building proposals but with separate massacres to memorialise. Olga Pavic, fantastically distant from the image of Eastern European degeneration which the foreign architects expect, reacts sardonically to their pitches, only really attentive to final family reunion she has planned.

When her son arrives, he cannot understand the municipality’s directive either as, he comments, “[t]his house is already a monument”. Private memory seems outmoded, ready to be replaced by a grand commemoration, signed off by large firms. While Olga is exiled from the drama of her own life, the architects bring their own weighty pasts: failed relationships, dead relatives, political homelessness. The family too, finally reconstituted, is stuck in their own fight over perspective.

The first architect is a representative from a Dutch firm who, squinting at his iPad, announces their plans to excavate a crater in honour of a massacred king whose death, as Olga intervenes, made possible the reign of King Peter the Liberator. Thrown off by the blasé stance with which she comments on so meagre a massacre, Karl struggles to even finish pitching his memorial hole: “’And so, we intend to remember him…’ ‘And the five others.’ ‘And the five others, by … by…’” Without remembering the precise date and lauding the wrong side of progress, the project of historical memory becomes a damaged Western export.

Once employed in service of the new Yugoslavia, the second architect, Misha, is an old colleague and admirer of Olga’s. Finally invited into her house, he “felt his dormant ego yawn, stretch its arms”. As his early designs quickly turn into malls and nightclubs, and family homes become luxury flats and airports, Olga reasons that it must be common, too, for houses to make way for monuments. Misha, however, changes his mind on the massacre he wants to commemorate, instead suggesting that the house should be cut off from the rest of the world. There, encased in the ugliest shopping mall in the world, Serbian family life will continue undisturbed, only glimpsed when your nose is pressed against the glass. This is the casual way in which Olga’s late husband haunts the house, happy to score diamonds into baklava and lick the honey off his fingers.

The final pitch is equally an anti-memorial, bringing all of Belgrade’s statues into this small space. She persuades the family of her approach, that “the massacre I wish to remember is the failure of memorialisation itself”. Here, the same old family argument re-emerges: “His father could be, and would fight to the death to be, both antagonists at once, arguing each side of radically conflicting cases so convincingly that he could make you believe he was each conflicting case. Orthodox Christian and atheist; a fanatic vegetarian and spit-roaster of pig; collectivist famer and investment banker. His mother, embedded in the opposite trench, would fight to the death for the right to pick a side.”

Monumenta is the debut novel by Lara Haworth that explores themes of memory, life events, politics, and family. The novel has touches of magical realism, with a dreamlike quality, woven into a beautiful narrative that kept me engaged from the very first page. The author describes a world that feels both vividly real and eerily surreal. I greatly enjoyed Haworth’s prose and could hardly believe this is a debut novel. This story will stay in your mind.

The novel is about a family reunion at Olga’s house in post-war Serbia. The house has been requisitioned by the government to be transformed into a monument, and Olga decides she wants to have a last gathering with her children at their childhood home. It opens with a scene in Olga’s daughter's old room, immediately setting the tone for the thought-provoking storytelling that follows. Olga's meticulous care in preparing the room, the characteristic old furniture, and the scent of mothballs all contribute to a sense of nostalgia and foreboding. The writing creates an almost palpable sense that the house is its own character, making the reader feel the weight of history and memory that permeates every corner of the house.

In only 144 pages, the author showcases her ability to craft complex, multi-layered characters that are extremely relatable. Olga, with her quiet strength and hawk eyes, is a compelling protagonist. Her interactions with the environment around her are laden with symbolic significance. The introduction of these unrecognizable flowers, drooping strangely, hints at underlying mysteries and sets the stage for the unfolding drama.

Haworth’s narrative is not just about the physical world but delves deeply into the psychological and emotional landscapes of her characters. The themes explored in "Monumenta" are profound and thought-provoking. The interplay between past and present, memory and reality, is handled with subtlety and skilfully. The descriptions are vivid and sensory, making the reader feel as though they are walking alongside the characters. This immersive quality is one of the novel’s greatest strengths, drawing readers into its world completely (you might find me dining with Olga!).

In conclusion, I found "Monumenta" by Lara Haworth beautifully written, that offers a rich and immersive reading experience. Its lyrical prose, complex characters, and evocative imagery make it a superb piece of literary fiction. Highly recommended for readers who enjoy thoughtful, character-driven stories with a touch of surrealism.

My thanks to Canongate for providing me with an ARC via Netgalley.

Olga’s house is going to be demolished in order for a monument to a massacre to be installed.

This book packs in a lot into the 70 odds pages. Perhaps too much for me. I would have preferred the characters to have been developed a bit more. It might be worth a re-read to see if I get more out of it but the TBR list is too long.

Thanks To NetGalley for the ARC.

Short and complex. This is a fascinating portrayal of family, and the rather complicated arrangements culture has with the idea and existence of monuments. Haworth tackles some political and philosophical ideas through the medium of fiction, which is both ambitious and worthy, and the writing itself is very, very good indeed. What I enjoyed about the narrative style was the sense of 'otherness' about it. I must admit that I love the short form, but I did feel that there was a very slight lack in that it could have been a little more 'free' and perhaps even a bit longer, which would have relieved what comes across as narrative pressure.That said, this is surely a novel that will be a prize-winner. Recommended for those who like excellent literary fiction. My grateful thanks to NetGalley and to the publishers for the ARC.

A debut novel that is a totally different way of writing.

Ghost story, family traditions, demolition of buildings. What monument is to be raised in this age of conflicts between people?

Thank you Netgalley for letting me read this book.

While the prose was beautiful, I struggled a little with the plot and pacing of this book. The commentary on religion, family and sense of home was incredibly interesting and well written. I also really enjoyed the little glimpses into characters’ lives that we got, I just wish there was a bit more!

A multi-levelled novella with inter-woven narratives that allow the reader to chose the reality.
I liked it, I loved all of the layers.
Short enough to read in one sitting, deep enough to make the reader read it over and over.
Although the story is set in Serbia it brings in aspects from various parts of the world, and of course covers a variety of kinds of people.
I would recommend this book to all readers, and if you don't understand it first time, read it again.
My thanks to the author for the depth of thought that has gone into this book. I received an advance review copy for free, and I am leaving this review voluntarily.

Lara Haworth's debut novel feels very Eastern European to me; it is a novel about a family, about the meaning of monuments, about history and its interpretation. It is a short work but packs quite a punch. There are layers here and I think a second read is needed to fully unpick everything. The writing itself is very good, and Haworth draws her characters well - with this kind of novel sometimes the characters can get lost behind the themes. Overall a very interesting debut and makes me keen to see where she goes next as a novelist.

Thank you to Netgalley and the publishers for the ARC.

A rather wonderful unique book. A book about family, history and the purpose of monuments. Is the house a monument? How do we decide what should be a monument? Why do we even need them? The book poses many questions and although it doesn't explicitly answer them we are given enough information to think about the questions and come up with our own answers.
The book is short but does pack a punch. I loved the characters, especially Olga. There's just so much to unpick
Original writing, almost poetic and thought provoking. I have used the phrase "like a painting using words" before and i do think it's appropriate here

Thank you NetGalley and the publisher for the ARC.

I really enjoyed this short read. It does have a very European vibe to it in terms of writing style which I really enjoy.

This book gives a really good look at what we choose as a society to remember, whether that be a historical event, a tragedy or using monuments in a more artistic/social commentary way.

The contrast of those topics and the families own memories being tied to their house is really interesting as well, and the way that this is written is really imaginative. There's a lot of blending with the past and present.

This is a super quick read and covers a whole scope of concepts, I would recommend!

‘There is a fine line,’ said Misha, ‘a very fine line. Between memorialisation and erasure.’

The debut novel by filmaker, political researcher, installation artist and author Lara Haworth, Monumenta is a highly original work, combining an off-beat tone, somewhat remiscent of a Helen Oyeyemi novel, with a profound meditation on the nature of memorials and monuments in both civic and family life - as Haworth has said:

"When I started to write Monumenta in 2020, everyone was fighting over monuments. This conflict and confusion runs through the novel, but on a smaller, domestic scale I wanted to show a family engaged in a similar struggle over their story, truth, secrets, and the past. At its heart, Monumenta asks if all family homes are in fact monuments to their own griefs, joys, sorrows and emotional massacres – and what these homes, these monuments, do to us when we live with them and when we let them go."

Set in Belgrade, the story centres around the family home of the widowed Olga Pavić who receives a letter from the City authorities, which, as she explains by phone to her daughter, living in Germany informs Olga that:

‘The house has been requisitioned by the city. Our house. The one where you grew up.’

Her daughter did not so much get on her nerves as make her nervous, like a child; somewhere along the line of her mothering the dynamic had been twisted, reversed. Her words came too fast, too desperate.

‘It is going to be turned into a monument. To the massacre.’ There was a long silence
[...]
She read the letter. Read it again. ‘What massacre?’ she said, eventually, to the empty house. ‘Which one?’

Three international architects are invited to propose exactly what massacre should be commerated and how. The first is taken aback by his first sight of the Western City Gate, and the taxi driver playing Turbofolk music:

"An enormous structure loomed into view: two tall, thin tower blocks connected by a space needle crowned by the blue letters ZEPTER. Such beautiful ugliness! How did they do it? They did it so well; he could never dream of something so ugly, but he would try; he would learn; all the fantastic complexity … like this music … what was it, it was terrible, it was wonderful, emotional, electronic, desperate …

You like this?’ shouted the taxi driver, holding Karl’s gaze in the rear-view mirror as he pushed his wraparound sunglasses up onto his head. Were his eyes filled with tears? Or was that the smoke from their cigarettes? Oh, dear man, tender soul. Tell me everything you know. ‘Yes,’ Karl shouted back, instead. ‘Yes!’ ‘This is our music. Turbofolk. It used to be associated with gangsters and nationalists. Now it provides a welcome release for the young, women and LGTBQ communities across the ex-Yugoslav diaspora. This is Nikolija. I love this song. “Plavo More”. Very good lyrics. I’ll translate.’ The taxi driver turned the volume even higher and started to sing, in English, two fingers raised, stabbing the air in time with the beat. ‘You’re inside me like a bullet in a gun barrel, everything is dark except for your dark eyes …’"

Although Olga's house, dating back to 1936 (and in the 1970s requestioned from the original family owners and given to Olga's family), gives off a very different vibe:

"Karl hesitated halfway up the concrete steps. He held on to the municipal steel handrail for support. Strange, the presence of this railing, out of place with the house, which he had seen in the photographs, but, looking up at it now–early twentieth-century, neoclassical Italianate style, limestone, three storeys, six free-standing Tuscan order columns planted evenly across its width, wooden canopy shouldering wisteria, wrought-iron balcony above the front door, first-floor parapet with balusters–it seemed to radiate a withering disappointment. In him, and in everything it had seen."

Olga summons both of her ex-pat children, each with their own hidden trauma, and her friends for a final party at her soon-to-be requestioned house, and her own vivid dreams reveal some of her own secrets.

In the meantime, each of the three architects has a very different proposal, the third drawing on the work of Milica Tomić and Aleksandra Domanović on the fascinating "turbo-culture" trend (which began with the aforementioed turbo-folk).

And this is all done in almost novella length.

See Gumble's Yard's review, which alerted me to the book, for more insights, and thanks to the published via Netgalley for the ARC.

Monumenta is a short novel but not a quick read, or rather I will put it this way: it is rich, complex and thought-provoking.
Which massacre? Whose perspective? Whose recollection?
Set in Belgrade, and extremely tender, surreal and curious, Monumenta is an awesome read.
If we exclude the political themes, it reminded me of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, which kept me gripped, then of Octavia Butler’s, Marquez’s, and Rushdie’s work too.
I apologise in advance if I misjudged this in my first read, I will make sure to update this point after a second read or further contemplation, but despite some of the serious and tragic themes, I found an underlying witty tone at times. Especially in the dynamics between Olga and her children, And at times, the architect’s own ramblings.
4-4.5 stars.
Compact and complex.

Monumenta is a short novel but both complex and cryptic. It is about monuments, memories, memorialising, massacres, mediums and mourning, about properties being requisitioned and about family homes.

The story opens with Olga – who lives alone (her husband Branko having died; her two children Hilde and Danilo living overseas) in her rather grand family home in Belgrade – receiving a City Municipality letter informing her that her home is being requisitioned for the building of a monument to a massacre – which massacre being very unclear. Three architects will be visiting on different days to pitch to the City officials their vision for the monument. After calling some of her friends she calls her children to insist they come home, for the first time in years, for a final dinner.

Much of the rest of the book traces the journeys and stories of the three architects and the two children – and their interactions with Olga (and in some cases each other).

Karl is visiting from Amsterdam – but mourning the break-up of his relationship he decides on landing in Belgrade to visit before the official date. His assumption is that the massacre is that including the King and Queen of Serbia in 1903 (Olga points out that as this lead to King Peter taking the throne that massacre was not particularly mourned) and his idea is to replace the house with an excavated crater.

Misha – an old acquaintance of Olga and something of a famous old Serbian architect would be favourite for the job but he is discombobulated both by a family of (possibly) refugees who appear to have commandeered his garden as their new home, and his own diminishing status with many of famous building being demolished. He proposes keeping the family home but encasing it in a fake shopping mall and believes the “massacre” to be that of the old Yugoslavia. He also has a discovery from his research – that unbeknownst to Olga (but it turns out later known to Branka) the house was itself requisitioned from another family (who had already had to get it back after Nazi seizure in WWII) and given to Olga and Branka in the 1970s.

Chara from London has a brilliantly complex answer to the “but where you are from, originally” question which is presumably prompted by mix race – it begins with Royalist and Catholic relatives transported to Barbados (and some others to Ghana) in the aftermath of the Civil War Battle of Naseby. Her idea is to commemorate the massacre of memory itself in favour of statuary and to gather all of the monuments in the City and house them in and around the requisitioned property.

Meanwhile Hilde (whose story at one stage moves to the second person mirroring the increasingly accusing voice in her head) – a hitherto successful construction CEO is focused on the potential repercussions of her own massacre – a group of workers buried alive on site just as Olga was calling her; and Danilio is haunted both by childhood memories that something unknown but dangerous is buried in the front garden and his misplaced fear that his mother will reject him if she knows of his sexuality (which feelings are exacerbated when he is highly attracted to the ageing Misha). And both are rather thrown by the mother’s eccentric behaviour, including stepping over what she believes to be the body of Branka on the kitchen floor.

And meanwhile some surreal visions – winger Hussars, a possibly phantom party – make it hard for us to tell what is real and what is imagined (or even if the difference really matters in a book whose focus is on memory) – and the book ends with the fourth family member making an inevitable appearance.

A very distinctive novel and one I would not be surprised to see on the Goldsmith Prize longlist.

Lara Haworth 's Monumenta is a wonderfully curious and thought-provoking novel.

Rather like watching a Wes Anderson or Jean-Pierre Jeunet movie, Monumenta challenges your initial perceptions and understandings; quirky and often with the feel of some type of hallucinogenic experience the reader is taken to Belgrade where Olga Pavić receives a letter to say her home is to be demolished in order to build a monument.

What the monument fully commemorates is never truly defined but it is to acknowledge a massacre- which /what one? ; however against the backdrop of Serbian and Yugoslavian history potential reasons for a monument are explored.

Olga calls her two children home to have one final meal - Danilo and Hilda. Both have different feelings about returning home. Three architects. are selected to create the potential design...and so follows a curious array of characters who emotionally are challenged by the circumstances and their own lives.

This is a clever novel that truly makes us reflect upon the purpose of statures, memorials , monuments... what do they truly tell us and what do they make us actually forget- the truth behind the image .

This a relevant and important novel especially in times where statues/memorials/ monuments erected in the past to celebrate colonialism /imperialism are sitting uncomfortably within communities/society today .

A short novella but with a big punch

Quote from the novel :
"The monument I am proposing is specific to Belgrade but in many ways could apply to any city in the world, because the massacre I wish to remember is the failure of memorialisation itself. The massacre of the memory in favour of statuary."

I'm having a hard time focusing to read lately. So when I say this book was hardworking, please know, it's my issue. The writing is strong, the characters are interesting and it looks at a serious subject through a heavy veil of irony.