I'd describe this as a Young Adult book, with the focus on the story - the characters are very "flat".
The nameless young narrator- a Bulgarian, now settled in the US, returns to his homeland with the aim of getting his share of the family land to pay off his student debts.
Once there, he meets up with Grandpa- a man with many a tale to tell- and is embroiled in a quasi-mystical world: of fire dancers; people seized with a fever to walk on the hot coals. He falls for the rebellious daughter of the stern local imam; and there's a thing going on about the land being sold for a wind farm.
Penkov DOES, quite cleverly, weave in much Bulgarian myth and history to his story- from Grandpa's own youth in communist times; through to the ancient Thracian tales of gods and the underworld. And- the constant throughout- the storks, wheeling above them.
A brave attempt. ( )

"You use legos to build castles while we use them to make weapons."

My love for Balkan Literature led me to a (supposedly) promising writer from Bulgaria and his first novel named Stork Mountain. Miroslav Penkov was born in Bulgaria but he resides in the United States and, in my opinion, this is amply demonstrated in his writing. I found very little evidence of the distinctive Balkan style in the development of the story and the building of the characters. Clarity and directness have been substituted by melodrama, exaggeration and what seemed to me as utter propaganda. The result is an uneven, average novel that only becomes interesting through the use of legends and folklore and not thanks to the story itself.

A young man -unnamed throughout the novel- returns from the States to Strandja in order to sell the land of his family and cope with student loans. The only connection to his childhood is his grandfather, a figure that remains a big mystery to him. He finds himself in the middle of a strange feud between people of different religions and ethnicity. Naturally, we have the epitome of a clichéd relationship between the young man and a young woman who is not allowed to be with him and the same old need to discover the past of his grandfather in order to understand the world around him. And I was not impressed in the slightest....

Let me start with what I consider the few strong parts of the book. Penkov makes excellent use of the mystical tradition of the Anastenarides, the firewalkers, a custom that is still alive in Bulgaria and in certain parts of Northern Greece. Men and women, carrying icons, fall into a kind of ecstasy and walk on burning coals under the sound of traditional music. The custom takes place in May during the commemoration of Saint Constantine and Saint Helen. Penkov builds the story around the firewalkers, the secrecy and persecution of their community. Through them, fire becomes a significant symbol in the narrative. We have the sacred fire, the cleansing substance, and the fire that destroys, a weapon in the hands of people driven by twisted "ideals".

The Anastenarides are linked to two famous cases of mass hysteria. The Salem Trials and the Dancing Plague of Strasburg in 1518, when 400 people started dancing without any reason. Many of them died, collapsing after days and days of dancing. However, I found the writer's choice to draw a comparison between the firewalkers and these incidents unconvincing and misinformed, like comparing apples and oranges. Religious customs are hardly cases of mass hysteria....

Another theme that was executed with moderate success was the use of folklore and symbolism. Penkov has a real talent in demonstrating the impact of the natural environment in the course of the action and its relevance to the past. There are omens. Darkness remains even during the day, the mists don't seem to lift, the rain falls constantly, thunder and lightning shake the houses, the trees stand naked and torn and the storks haven't returned yet. The beautiful birds stand as a symbol of life and hope and they are scarce. Penkov pays homage to the old world by focusing on the myth of Lada, the goddess of fertility, love and beauty in the Slavic mythology, and the mighty Perun, the highest God, the Zeus of the Slavic people. The problem is that Penkov didn't exactly stay faithful to the myths and his choice to include Attila, the mighty Hun warrior, resulted in a dubious twist of the legends with ugly connotations.

The story itself reads like any old family/generation drama with the political and religious implications of the Communist period in the country. This is very interesting but Penkov chooses to resort to repetition and melodrama. The technique of the elderly man's recollections and his grandson's reflections on them doesn't really work. I can't commend on whether the descriptions of the places are faithful or not because I haven't had the chance to visit Bulgaria yet, but what I can safely say is that his take on the disputes between the different countries is heavily prejudiced. These are historical facts that cannot be disputed and those of us who have the habit of reading and studying History know who fought against whom, who were allies or not, therefore the so-called writers can keep their intended propaganda to themselves. Not to mention that it is sad to see this in the work of a young writer who should have been free from the dusty beliefs of a dark past. After all, he cannot lecture when he writes in English and not in his mother tongue.

The characters are extremely one-dimensional with the possible exception of the grandfather. The young man is extremely naive (to put it kindly) and the female characters are made of every possible negative stereotype you can think of. They are either hysterical temptresses who use men to escape their fate/families/arranged marriages or fairly demure maidens who cannot wait to fall into a man's bed. Excuse you, writer. Furthermore, he opens too many windows only to leave them thus without thus any satisfying resolution.

I was heavily disappointed by this book. It started in such a beautiful, haunting way but ended up being just another story, averagely written, populated with irritating characters and a shady view on the history of the region. But for the folklore focus, this would have been a clear 2-star rating.

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Разпилян роман... Имаше потенциал, отлична проза, но нямаше фокус. Личи си, че Пенков е по разказите. ( )

This is a magical novel narrated by a young man returning to the Bulgarian Strandja Mountains, like the storks return yearly, to find his grandfather and claim his inheritance. He has gone deeply into debt in America and plans to sell his ancestral land to bail himself out. Instead he is drawn into a tangled society inhabited by Christian and Muslim neighbors, a maze of dreams and helf-truths built by his grandfather, pagan myths and an ancient society of fire dancers. I found the novel, by turns, enthralling, quite funny and poignant, until the ending which didn't quite work for me. It's an intriguing first novel by a writer best known for his short stories. ( )

While Mirsloav Penkov got internationally fame with his short-story titles, Stork Mountain is his first novel. The story about a young American student returning to Bulgaria, like a stork flies back to the nest he was born at, is part memoir, part a historical novel about Bulgaria, and a coming of age at the same time. Klisura, a remote village on the border with Turkey has been the scene for Thracians, Greeks, and Turks to conquer the country and impose their culture. Next to that Islam and Christianity also put their mark on the region, the voluntary and compulsive conversions, buildings, ownership of land and education.

The story's pace is alternating throughout the book. From lengthy expositions of the storks' migration paths to short summarized eras, like "And then, devoid of people, the Christian hamlet was transformed into a border zone. Such was the end. (..) The years passed, Grandpa raised my father an honest, smart, hardworking man. My father met my mother, married her, and I was born. Then Communism fell and Father said, We have no future here." The book is full of repetitive small stories and phrases, hooks for the major story line.

Set in the Strandja Mountains where black storks in nest in giant oaks and their lives move with the seasons. Pagan rituals like fire walking, worship of idols and Christian icons are mixed with the rages of the local imam and his daughter. Will the young American be free to fall in love with a Muslim girl? Will his grandfather reveal all answers he's looking for? Although it took me a while to get into the story, it then got my full attention until the very last page. A story well composed and told. ( )