I read Rebecca West's book before Yugoslavia broke up eons ago, and it remains a sort of bible to me of those now separate countries. I found her a great writer, and that book remains one I recommend to every serious reader, every lover of History, and everyone who wants a basic understanding of those cultures and what their differences are.
One thing that sort of kind of fascinates me is that despite Serbia having been with us in World War II and Croatia having favored the Nazis, I have always felt a strong affinity with Croatia and disliked the Serbs. I cannot pick up all of the threads of why this is so.
It was because of Rebecca West's book that I sobbed and sobbed when the bridge at Mostar was blown up. Recently, I saw a short bit on television about the new one. It is lovely beyond expression, but hey, the ancient one is gone forever. Stupid, stupid wars!