The color of the pomegranate is not contemporary literature, but literature of the future. A novel-language work like no other. Josef Winkler. Summer after summer, a girl finds herself far from her Austrian homeland on a Dalmatian island in the care of her grandmother, just a stone's throw from the sea, under the canopy of almond trees amidst the noise of cicadas. It has something paradisiacal, yet it is also something other, something foreign. Here is the archaic island world of a fishing village in the mother and grandmother's land, where they honor Marshal Tito and his partisans and celebrate the victory over the Germans, while they come again to the land, this time welcomed - as paying tourists. There is the bourgeois, sheltered life in an Austrian provincial capital, where the national socialist residue stubbornly persists and where Yugoslavs are the main focus.