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All This Belongs to Me: A Novel of Mongolian Sisters; Or Is It?

Thursday, August 4th, 2011

I decided to take a break from the run of Arabic fiction I’ve been reading to catch up with a novel that won the National Translation Award last fall  at the annual American Literary Translators’ [ALTA] convention — All This Belongs to Me.  Alex Zuker, the translator, read  some selections to a group of us; the English flowed nicely, the life described on the high steppes of Mongolia was intriguing.  He explained how he’d struggled to translate this or that concept for an American audience.  The kicker came — though we’d heard it previously– when it became apparent that the author was not Mongolian at all.  She had lived in Ulan Bator for a year!  Petra Hůlová is Czech.

She has an advanced degree in Mongolian studies, speaks Mongolian, apparently fluently,  and knows more about the people, the life and modernity there than anyone else I know.  This is the first of 5 acclaimed books she has written, none of the others taking place in such an exotic locale as Mongolia, though one does unfold in New York City.  How could this be? I wondered.  Writing any work of fiction is, for most writers, a long and difficult task.  How much more difficult to invent characters in a culture not your own, and keep them true to thesmelves.  Unless you don’t.  Unless, these are actually Czech women and men in essence, transported to exist in a faraway land.

I had read another novel earlier in the year, also of a Mongolian people — The Tuvans instead of the Khalkhas of the current book; mountain people instead of steppe people; extremely rural instead of those with access and familiarity to the City –  Ulan Bator.  I didn’t know the difference when I began but I had been very moved by The Blue Sky: A Novel from the Tuvan People, by Galsan Tschinag; why not try another?

In addition, my interest  in Mongolian people has been stirred by the recent, and continuing, resistance to Han Chinese presence and rule in Northwest China, Xianjian,  particularly then cities of Urumqi, Kashgar and Hotan, where the people share many ethnic and actual family and clan ties with those across the border in Mongolia. (more…)

Paths of Glory: A Novel and A Film of War

Monday, July 25th, 2011

As local author Adam Hochschild makes the rounds with his latest, amazing book, To End All Wars [following King Leopold's Ghost, and Bury the Chains, both wonderful and heart-teaching books] we are reminded again of that first of all modern wars, WW I;  modern in its weaponry, modern in how such weapons made futile and murderous the strategies from the previous war, modern in it use of mass armies and modern in the uncountable deaths of civilians.

Many many books have been written about that war, its futility, the jingoistic patriotism that converted so many pacifists to bellecists , the ignorance and incompetence of much of the high commands, and yes, the courage and stoicism of those under fire.  Remarque’s All Quiet on the Western Front, Hemingway’s A Farwell to Arms,  are standard reading for American, and I’ve heard, German,  high school students.  Under Fire  by Henri Barbusse (French) and Ernst Junger’s Storm of Steel [German] were widely read in their time. Historical work from Paul Fussel, The Great War and Modern Memory, the contrarian Niall Ferguson’s, The Pity of War: Explaining World War One, and John Keegan’s, The First World War, have recently brought new scholarship and analysis to the keystone events of the century that followed.  Hochshild’s inclusion of those who resisted the swelling strains of honor, glory and easy victory, at great personal sacrifice, is a welcome and long over due perspective.

Undeservedly left out of lists of powerful fictional treatments of “The Great War”  is Humphrey Cobb’s Paths of Glory. When it was published in 1935 it stayed at the top of best-seller lists for weeks; a play was written from it and Cobb was hired as a Hollywood screen writer on the strength of it.  Perhaps the horrors of WW II came too soon afterwards.  Remarque and Hemingway had both published in 1929, in the “sweet spot” between the two wars.  Perhaps also, the unmitigated condemnation of the officer corps, a view shared by fellow Canadian soldier Charles  Yale Harrison’s 1930 Generals Die in Bed, was enough to bury it away from the rising “necessary” militarism of the 1940s.

In fact, Cobb’s view was too harsh even for Stanley Kubrick — or his producers– when he chose the story for his 1957 debut film by the same name.  While still a remarkable film, with strong war-as-stupidity themes, Col Dax — Kirk Douglas– who in both book and film  is the Regimental Commander, is turned in the movie from a decent officer who protests and then shuts-up over the summary court martials of three soldiers into their outraged defender.   He is made to turn down a promotion in return for silence, with a thundering rebuke to his commanding general.   Kubrick, in the general bleakness of the story, had to offer a stronger counterpoint of an honorable and morally sensitive officer.  Not so Cobb.

Even with the strengthening of Dax’s role, the movie came under strong fire in France, Germany and Spain for its anti-military content.  Release was delayed in all three countries until the furor died down.

The plot is a simple one.  Because a German hill, in the way of a French advance — called “the pimple,” in the novel, and “the anthill,” in the film — had been mistakenly reported as taken, it has to be taken — despite the exhaustion of the troops, and the “within bounds” protests of Dax and other officers. The assault takes place.  Many French soldiers and junior officers are killed.  The French do not even get to the no-man’s zone between the two lines.  When Assolant, the General of the Division of which Regiment 181 is a part, understands the looming failure he orders his artillery to fire on his own men to drive them out of the trenches towards the Germans. The Artillery officer refuses, unless a written order, signed by Assolant is received.  The attack fails.  In a rage, and in fear of being judged weak by his superiors, Assolant wants entire squads from each company to be shot for cowardice and refusal to go forward under enemy fire.  Eventually he is talked down into one man from each of the four companies — to be chosen by the Company Commanders.  One refuses, one does it by lottery, and two simply pick men.  The men go on trial, defended by an ineffectual Captain and consoled by an ineffectual, and unwanted, chaplain.  They are found guilty, summarily, tied to stakes at the head of a parade ground, and shot, with all troops in formation to observe, and learn.

The closing lines of the novel, far from the merely sad, and reflective close of the Kubrik film, are deadly and  final.  After the volleys of the firing squad die away, the Sergeant-Major of the Division is given the task of administering the coup-de-grace.

It must be said of Boulanger that he had some instinct for the decency of things, for, when he came to Langlois, his first thought and act was to free him from the shocking and abject pose he was in before putting an end to any life that might be clinging to him.  His first shot was, therefore, one that deftly cut the rope and let the body fall away from the post to the ground. The next shot went into the brain, which was already dead.

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The Devil You Don’t Know: Going Back to Iraq — Zuhair Al-Jezairy

Thursday, June 9th, 2011

Iraq is, in the words of Zuhair al-Jezairy in The Devil You Don’t Know, his memoir/reportage of returning  there after 25 years in exile,  ”a succession of scattered moments. Each new event erases the previous one and consigns it to oblivion.”   At least that is how he saw it  from 2003 when he crossed the border through early 2009 when he finished writing.  The book itself reflects this — a succession of scattered moments.  As he says near the end, about a documentary film project he and a friend took on for a while:  ”the camera hardly knows where to turn.”  There is so much to be seen and captured, held until a time when narratives once again  are able to give shape to the explosion of events.  So it is with his writer’s eye, turning here and there in a whirlwind of impressions, from finding his family home after so many years, to judging the distance of falling mortars while eating with friends.  And, since it is a book about returning it is also a book about memory — what a person, or a building, or their lack, recalls to him from the last time they he saw them.  This is familiar to all of us who have returned to scenes of our youth; it is the stuff of many good memoirs.  Most of us, however, do not return to scenes of unimaginable violence, sectarian warfare and people traumatized by thirty years of terror. Al-Jezairy does.

 

The first half of the book follows the path of his return, geographically, and emotionally.  As a young man Al-Jezairy came of age, along with many of his peers around the world, protesting the U.S. war in Vietnam.  More than that, he was in Jordan and Lebanon during fierce wars in each.   He fled Iraq in 1979 as Saddam Hussein and the Ba’ath party to power with a wave of assassinations, escaping into Jordan with an assumed name and false passport to spend years as in exile. He’s coming back to Iraq on the heels of another U.S. invasion — but about which he has much more divided emotions.

I am divided against myself: against anyone who supports the war (and ready to argue it out almost to the point of blows — how can any person of culture support a war which is destroying his country and killing his people?) And yet, I am against those who oppose the war  (they want to prolong the dictatorship, whether they admit it or not.) (more…)

Saqi Books: History, Fiction and Food from the Middle World

Tuesday, May 31st, 2011

I’ve come across a very lively publisher of Arabic, Farsi and Turkish translations to English, histories of the region, biographies, cookbooks [The Axis of Evil Cookbook!], with a strong emphasis on women, writers and written about.  Saqi Books has offices in San Francisco and London as well as Beirut.

I’ve read Nawal el-Sadaawi’s Two Women in One, and am in the middle of The Devil You Don’t Know, an Iraqi memoir, journalistic reflection of returning to Iraq by Zuhair al-Jezairy.  I recommend them both.

AFSANEH: Short Stories by Iranian Women looks particularly intriguing.

“Whether negotiating often-treacherous paths through political and religious upheavals or threading their way through dreams and fantasies, the characters in these stories are vivid and compelling enough to challenge and surprise anyone unfamiliar with Iranian life and literature. Simin Daneshvar, perhaps the most renowned Iranian woman writer of all time, has as a recurring theme in her stories the oppressive atmosphere prevailing in Iran during the last two decades before the Islamic Revolution of 1979. Goli Taraqqi’s stories are populated with sick, desperate people who lead lonely lives suffused with fear. The Shemiran Bus and A House in Heaven are virtuoso works of hers, and probably two of the best examples of contemporary prose in Iran. In the words of one critic: ‘If Taraqqi had not written anything but these stories, she would still be regarded as first-rate amongst Iranian writers.’ Others include Shahrnoosh Parsipour, Moniroo Ravanipour, Mahshid Amirshahi, Fereshteh Sari, and Fereshteh Molavi.”

As does Sufism and Surrealism, by the well known Syrian-Lebanese poet, Adonis.

Save a space in your summer reading for at least one writer from the mysterious Middle– neither East nor West but the heart of the great caravan routes from Acre to Cairo, Istanbul to Samerkand.  Learning more about water on the moon is fine.  We also need to learn about lives in the lands we so easily ignore.

The Map of Love – Ahdaf Soueif, Egypt & England

Saturday, May 14th, 2011

Adhaf Soueif, of Egptian and British heritage and upbringing has set herself a formidable task in The Map of Love: to tell two cross-cultural love stories 100 years apart, both developing in our minds at the same time.  The older is being discovered through letters, journals and mementos from the early years of the 20th century, mostly of a life lived in Egypt, and mostly found in an old trunk.  The more recent love, 1997-98, much of which is also in Egypt, is that between the young American heir of her great grandmother’s trunk and the older brother, Omar, of the woman piecing the stories together, Amal.

Amal, it turns out is related by marriage to  the same owner of the trunk, Anna Winterbourne, who had come to Egypt after the death of her first, British, husband and falls in love with Sharif al-Baroudi, Amal’s great uncle.  The map of the title is not only the story of their unfolding loves, separated by a century, but of the unhappy marriage of England and Egypt at the turn of both centuries, as their lives are shaped by the events of the day.  The map is also of the family tree as we find it being constructed for us. (more…)

In The Country of Men – Hisham Matar, Libya

Tuesday, May 10th, 2011

The news from Libya this month is increasingly grim.  It turns out it is extremely difficult merely to protect civilians.  There is no magic shield that identifies civilians and encapsulates them away from the ravages of tyrants.  Instead, certain civilians have to be chosen, and their fighters along with them, and the battle joined –perhaps righteous, perhaps not; perhaps the sane vs the maniacs, perhaps not; perhaps merely our more tractable new acquaintances vs our intractable old ones.

The news for civilians in Libya from earlier years was not much better. The years 1977-79, following the publication of Colonel Ghadaffi’s idiosyncratic Green Book and consolidation of his “People’s Authority,” idea of national organization, along with the invasion of neighboring Chad, were particularly ugly, especially if the adults in the family had not fallen in line with the Guide, The Savior of the Nation, Brother Leader Muammar el Qaddafi.

“Just then the chaotic cheering merged into a chant, even the camerman and the one beside him joined in:  ”El-Fateh, the revolution of the masses!  El-Fateh, the republic!”  Chaotic shouting reigned again before another chant emerged: “With our blood!  With our soul!  We’ll defend our Guide!

…The crowd’s chanting and cheering was so loud, so hysterical and constant, that it fused into a continuous hum, like the hum of a giant vacuum cleaner.  When the people calmed down the camera …zoomed in and we could see that the handcuffed man sitting on the floor of the National Basketball Stadium was Ustath Rasheed.  His forehead shone with sweat.  His mustache too was moist, tears slivered his cheeks.  He didn’t cry honorably, he cried like a baby… The crowd was jumping now, jumping and howling, Hang the traitor!  Hang the traitor!”

So it’s a wonder that a lyrical and moving short novel could be written about these events but one has been.  In the Country of Men is Hisham Matar’s debut novel.  Within a week of his agent submitting it British publishers were in a bidding war.  It was short listed for the prestigious Man Booker Prize in 2006. It will lodge in your heart.

This is not a political novel of the ins and outs of adults in a mortal combat with a dictator, or a fictionalized history of factions or great arenas of time and place.  It is a memory of six months or so of a nine year old boy in the large family house on the shores of the Mediterranean, loved by his mother, comfortable with his friends, exploratory and curious about the adult world.  Moosa, and ex-pat Egyptian and his father’s best friend is often at the house.  His mother, for all her love, is strange, from the opening pages.  She always gets “sick” when his father is away on business;  Suleiman feels totally responsible for her:

“I couldn’t leave her side, wondering if, like one of those hand puppets that play dead, she would bounce up again, light another cigarette.    Baba never knew, since she only got sick when he was away on business..

And no wonder he feels this.  The bond between the two is almost too warm for western eyes; they lie in bed and snuggle on many mornings.  She says to him:

“We are two halves of the same soul, two open pages of the same book…”

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Destiny Disrupted: A History of the World Through Islamic Eyes

Saturday, May 7th, 2011

I’ve had the pleasure of reading (actually, listening to) Bay Area author Tamim Ansary’s Destiny Disrupted: A History of the World Through Islamic Eyes, over the past few days.   It’s just the sort of introductory history that’s needed in the West, whose citizens have been suddenly made aware of  about one-quarter of the world’s population previously ignored, hidden or appearing only in exotic stories and costumes or terrifying videos.

Ansary doesn’t claim to be a historian. In fact, he’s written a novel, a memoir, several  children’s and young adult books, both fiction and non-fiction.  For many years he was a text book editor for High School history texts, where he first noticed the paucity of accounts of the Muslim world.  He is  currently the director of The San Francisco Writer’s Workshop.  What he has done is to read deeply in academic and popular accounts of the story of Islam, from the revelations of the Prophet Mohammed to what he calls “secular modernism” and the rise of a response to that in our decades.  He writes with balance and poise, often telling how an event or a person has come to be regarded differently by different traditions of Islam.  I can’t make out any bias when he tells us why Shia and Sunni look differently at Aisha, the Prophet’s youngest daughter;  we do understand however, why she is important to each.  Ansary, born in Kabul, Afghanistan in 1948, has lived in the United States since 1964, and describes himself as a “secular guy.”

Chapter 2 alone, will clear up the confusion most of us have had since the Bush invasion of Iraq, over the Sunni and the Shia, and just who is this Ali, and how is he related to The Prophet.  The City of Basra with which we became reluctantly acquainted in the first weeks of the invasion was the scene of the first great battle between Muslims — which the Koran and the Prophet had forbidden barely 40 years earlier– called by many The Battle of the Camel. The Prophet’s youngest daughter, the fiery Aisha [Ayesha], rode into battle and directed her troops from the back of a camel against Ali, the Prophet’s paternal cousin, and quasi adoptive brother.  The years of the “Rightly Guided Caliphs,” the first four successors to Mohammed,  the struggle to maintain the Ummah (the community of the faithful) and the split off of the Umayyad Caliphate become intelligible, if not as familiar to us as to Muslim school children.

We read of Mohammed’s orphaned childhood and therefore his life-long concern for widows and orphans, built into his sense of the Ummah, and spoken of in the Koran.  We read how Jews in the region spoke Arabic and, as great fighting tribes, were sometime allies of Mohammed or one of his successors.  We read how Umar, somewhat like Saul, was converted in a blinding flash from ferocious opposition to ferocious support — and went on to become one of the four Rightly Guided Caliphs.  All these are as well known to Muslims as Gospel parables and old Testament stories are to Christians.

As importantly, Ansary makes the case that these are not just individual apples to be picked up and carefully added to a Western narrative of apples but they are part of an entirely different understanding, one which if seen honestly by its new readers will allow and encourage true inter-cultural understanding.  The Muslim world has been saturated by Western history, values and morays, while to the West, Islam has been in the periphery.  The time has come, it seems, to sprinkle a little of  its history back upon ourselves.    Ansary  says in his introduction:

The two civilizations have narratives with different trajectories   In the ideal future of  Post Industrial Democratic  Societies  the shape of narrative leading to here and now would look something like this:

  1. Birth of Civilization – Mesopotamia and Egypt
  2. Classical age – Greece and Rome
  3. Dark Ages – Rise of Christianity
  4. Rebirth - Renaissance and Reformation
  5. Enlightenment- Science and Exploration
  6. Revolutions – Democratic, Industrial, Technological
  7. Rise of Nation States – Struggle for Empire
  8. WW I and II
  9. The Cold War
  10. The Triumph of democratic capitalism

The Narrative from Islamic eyes, on the other hand, would look something like this, in which the year 0 is not the birth of Mohammed, but the Hijra, the year Mohammed and a few followers moved from Mecca to what would become Median — the beginning of the Ummah, the community.

Through Islamic eyes: Year 0  is year of migration of Mohammed to Medina.

  1. Ancient Times – Mesopatamia and Persia
  2. Birth of Islam
  3. Caliphate  – Quest of Univeral Unity
  4. Fragmentation – Age of the Sultans
  5. Catastrophe – Crusaders and Mongols
  6. Rebirth — The three empires
  7. Permeation of East by West
  8. Reform movements
  9. Triumph of secular modernists
  10. Islamist reaction

It is an interesting and mind-stretching story, one which many of us should be anxious to begin to understand.  I’m far from being a scholar of this and won’t vouch for the authenticity of Ansary’s details, though  any I have looked further into, from other narrators, confirm closely to his telling.  As he says, by the time of the Hijra, 621 CE (Year 0 for the Muslims) the Middle world — as he calls the great land mass between the Eastern Mediterranean and the Indian Ocean, tied together by the major and minor trade routes– was highly literate.  Many contemporaneous sources attest to events and personalities.  Though it sometimes shows Ansary’s background in writing for young readers it is certainly a good beginning for all of us, being young as it were, in the face of this knowledge.  Those who find it compelling enough can begin intellectual journey to fuller knowledge by comparing new scholarship to old, and adding in representations of how Muslim values are represented in fiction and film.

Ansary, has plenty of material on the Internet, as background and incentive to get to know him better, here, here and here.  He is particularly attached to the country of his ancestors, Afghanistan.  His website is a good place to check in on, for his thoughts and late breaking news of his homeland. I can think of no better way to begin, however, than to dive into Destiny Disrupted. It’s like hearing the life story of a neighbor you meet one day after a generation of being separated by the walls built by our grandparents.  And in fact, I can particularly recommend the audio version of the book, narrated by Ansary himself, one the best readers of the several dozen audio books I have listened to in the last year.  I do miss of course, the nice collection of maps he includes in the book itself.

 

[cross posted at RuthGroup.org]