Wars create innocent victims. How could they not? Innocent victims are families and friends. They are moms and dads. They are children. They are grandfathers who can’t keep up and kids too young to move out of harm’s way. They are men and women too proud to kneel. Today they are Aleppo. Yesterday they were Hiroshima and Buchenwald. Tomorrow they will be someplace else. There will always be a someplace else. Victims can be passive, or be forced into taking actions they would rather not have to do.
A.E. Nasr’s Miro is the story of a young man caught in the war of an unidentified occupied country at an undefined time. The book itself is a metaphor of the worst actions of countries and the best actions of the human spirit. The title character Miro is the universal innocent victim and he is the epitome of what one can become.
Nasr has portrayed the human cost of war in a most compelling way. Her use of words enriches the reader experience even as we are repelled. Elegant phrases such as “…the three men’s descent from the forest was all feet and no heart” give comfort before the reader must continue on. Nasr has crafted a beautifully written and important book.