Before and After. That's how the world divides. Until he is nineteen, Youssef does not know himself to be a secret son. When heavy rain floods a Casablanca slum called Hay An Najat, he views it as another mektoub, a fate that would "split someone's life into Before and After, just as his father's death had done to him."
Youssef's mother Rachida can never return to the time before she fell for her employer's assurances that he'd leave his sick and pregnant wife to marry her. Youssef can never return to the time before he learned his father was alive, well and living nearby. Nor, once his mother has explained why she raised him as an orphan, can either of them go back to the relationship they had before she revealed to her son the stark choices that made up her history.
Neither can Youssef's real father, Nebil Amrani, block out the knowledge that he has a son. On discovering he'd impregated his pregnant wife's maid, he had fired Rachida, assuming she'd obey his instructions to have an abortion.
For Nebil's daughter Amal, the news that she has a brother is almost as upsetting as her parents' demands that she return home to Morocco. Once she's completed her degree in America, they expect her to leave her American boy friend to return "home." Torn between cultures, loves and loyalties, Amal seeks out her brother, only to have access blocked by another wall of lies.
For 19-year-old Youssef, the shocking revelation that his father is alive proves too much. Which parent should he choose? How can he abandon the mother who has sacrificed so much to give him a good life to follow the wealthy father who seems thrilled to learn he has a son?
Forced into a series of false choices, Youssef is alienated from the life he knew Before. Bewildered, unemployed, and powerless, he falls into despair. He had wanted to be an actor since childhood. Yet until it is too late, he he has no idea of the ghastly role he is manipulated into playing, nor the dreadful drama that will come After.
Author Laila Lalami reveals another Casablanca that lies behind the smooth facades of the touristic hotels that host elegant international conferences. While poor Moroccans can barely afford bread, wealthy businessmen and corrupt government officials display their expensive cars, clothing and watches as they sell off their country's resources to foreign companies. Meanwhile, tourists are encouraged to visit Morocco, "the most beautiful country in the world."
In Nabil's hotel, the reality of life for ordinary Moroccans is kept well-hidden. A strict employee dress code means that while bellhops wear identical white jellabahs and red fezzes, other men must wear suits. Skullcaps, tribal tattoos, and "qualms" about alcohol are not allowed. Women in headscarves may work only behind closed doors, invisible to the guests. In this "sanitized" Morocco, "the restaurant was called Al Minzah, but the menus were printed in French."
Language is deployed in a complex system of social codes designed to maintain the status quo. Nabil normally speaks French with his wife, "using Darija Arabic only with the maid and the driver." But they resort to Arabic in front of their daughter's boy friend because they do "not want to risk being understood, in case Fernando spoke some French." In the end, keeping up his elaborate facades cannot protect Nabil from the sharp insight he must face: "life had caught up with him and dealt him a sentence of unendurable fairness."
With a sure touch, Lalami portrays ethnic, cultural, and economic gulfs in Moroccan society. Using judiciously chosen words, she describes The Party that arises in the slums, recruiting young men who have no income and nothing to do. At university, she baldly lists the divisions: the "headscarf and beard faction," with its girls looking "at once virtuous and threatening," the Marx-and-Lenin group, the Berber Student Alliance, and the Saharawis, who rally round the coffee machines under "a banner in support of the independence of the Sarharan territories." Skillfully, she deploys words like shame, blood, honour, respect, insider, betrayal, hope, and "appearances to keep up." And of course, there is always mektoub, fate.
This novel brilliantly evokes contemporary Morocco. Reading it, I learned a bit more about the country, and felt I was moving around the different areas of Casablanca with the characters. This story could have taken place in many other settings; the real power lies in its universal themes.
Secret Son was nominated for the Orange Prize in 2010. In 2014, this talented young novelist published The Moor's Account, which won several prestigious prizes.
Friday, February 9, 2018
Thursday, February 1, 2018
The joyful habit of wide reading
I often have more than one book on the go, Also, as I get in and out of the car, I enter and leave the narrative that always accompanies me when I drive. The current story is The Silkworm -- JK Rowling writing as Robert Galbraith. Yesterday on the train I started reading another Lucilla Andrews. Think I'll start Leila Lalami next.
In recent years, I've been keeping track of my reading, and last year, I read 126 books. To my surprise, (and I learned this quite by chance), this count almost doubled that of celebrated author and blogger Mark Manson, who read 66 and stopped reading a few more. Apparently, instead of constantly escaping into books, he saves some time to write! Unlike his, my list includes many women authors, and I love fiction, because it weaves together history, psychology, philosophy, sociology and more. Here's what I read in 2017:
In recent years, I've been keeping track of my reading, and last year, I read 126 books. To my surprise, (and I learned this quite by chance), this count almost doubled that of celebrated author and blogger Mark Manson, who read 66 and stopped reading a few more. Apparently, instead of constantly escaping into books, he saves some time to write! Unlike his, my list includes many women authors, and I love fiction, because it weaves together history, psychology, philosophy, sociology and more. Here's what I read in 2017:
January
Madeleine Masson Christine:
SOE Agent and Churchill’s Favourite Spy
Ian McEwan Nutshell
(CD)
Donna Leon The
Waters of Eternal Youth (CD)
Anne Perry Revenge
in a Cold River (CD)
Shakil Choudury Deep
Diversity
Josephine Tey A
Shilling for Candles
Alexander McCall Smith Precious
and Grace
Abraham Verghese Cutting
for Stone (CD)
Julia Spencer-Fleming In
the Bleak Midwinter
Elif Shafak Honor
Elif Shafak The
Forty Rules of Love 11
February
Julia Spencer-Fleming To
Darkness and to Death
Julia Spencer-Fleming One
was a Soldier
David Bergen Stranger
David Malouf Remembering
Babylon, Short Stories (both unfinished)
Julia Spencer-Fleming Through
the Evil Days
Martha Nussbaum Anger
and Forgiveness (great but didn’t finish it)
Elif Shafak The
Bastard of Istanbul
Trevor Noah Born
a Crime (CD)
Julia Spencer-Fleming Out
of the Deep I Cry 9
March
Janie Chang Dragon
Springs Road
Val McDermid Out
of Bounds
Ian Rankin Rather
Be the Devil (CD)
Donna Leon Falling
in Love (CD)
Yann Martel The
High Mountains of Portugal (CD)
Julia Spencer-Fleming A
Fountain Filled with Blood
Rose Tremain The
Gustav Sonata
Val McDermid A
Darker Domain
Julia Spencer-Fleming I
Shall Not Want
Val McDermid The
Skeleton Road (CD) 10
April
Marcus du Sautoy The
Music of the Primes
Val McDermid Splinter
the Silence
Val McDermid The
Retribution
Alan Bradley As
Chimney Sweepers Come to Dust (CD)
Alan Bradley The
Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie (CD)
Alan Bradley The
Weed that Strings the Hangman’s Bag (CD)
Richard Wagamese Embers
Neil Ferrier Churchill
the Man of the Century, a Pictorial Biography
Lisa See Shanghai
Girls
Eric Lebege, Arnaud deLalande The Case of Alan Turing
G.H. Hardy A
Mathematician’s Apology 11
May
Jim Ottanami & Leland Purvis The Imitation Game: Alan Turing Decoded (graphic novel)
Jennnifer Robson After
the War is Over
Jennifer Robson Somewhere
in France
Chris Cleave Everyone
Brave is Forgiven
William Manchester & Paul Reid The Last Lion: Winston Leonard Spencer
Churchill (CD)
Donna Leon Earthly
Remains
Anne Perry Death
on the Serpentine
Alexander McCall Smith The
Bertie Project
Craig Johnston An
Obvious Fact (CD)
Leilah Nadir Orange
Trees of Baghdad (unfinished)
Carys Davies The
Redemption of Galen Pike
Joy Kogawa Gently
to Nagasaki
Lewis Thomas The
Fragile Species 13
June
Jennifer Robson Goodbye
from London
Betsy Warland Oscar
of Between
Neil Gaiman The
Ocean at the End of the Lane (CD)
Dick and Felix Francis Dick
Francis’s Damage (CD)
Dick Francis Bloodline
(CD)
Lawrence Block The
Burglar who Counted the Spoons
Rauni Ollikainen Finnish Beginnings
Ian Fleming Casino
Royale (CD)
David Mitchell Cloud
Atlas (CD)
Sonja Larsen Red
Star Tattoo
Elinor Florence My
Favourite Veterans
Heidi Greco Flight
Paths (poetry) 12
July
Derek Bickerton Bastard
Tongues
Ayelet Tsabari The
Best Place on Earth
Dick/Felix Francis Refusal
(RB Audio)
Annie Daylon Of
Sea and Seed
Leila Abouleila The
Kindness of Enemies
Noviolet Bulawayo We
Need New Names (CD)
Betsy Warland What
Holds us Here
Oliver Sacks Hallucinations
Felix Frances Front
Runner
Dick Francis Triple
Crown (CD)
Dick/Felix Francis Crossfire
(CD)
Dick/Felix Francis Ten-Pound
Penalty (audio)
Jennifer Robson Midnight
in Paris 13
August
Betsy Warland Only
this Blue
Alexander McCall Smith My
Italian Bulldozer
Alexander McCall Smith A
Distant View of Everything
Julia Gardiner Portrait
of an Era: An Illustrated History of Britain 1900-45
Dick Francis Second
Wind
Dick & Felix Francis Even Money
Dick & Felix Francis Silks
Dick Francis Wild
Horses
Dick Francis Come
to Grief
Dick Francis Decider
Dick Francis Twice
Shy
Craig Johnson Any
Other Name (CD)
Sherman Alexie War
Dances (CD)
Lucilla Andrews In
an Edinburgh Drawing Room (CD) 14
September
Sherman Alexie You
Don’t Have to Say you Love me
Craig Johnson The
Highwayman (CD)
Craig Johnson Dry
Bones (CD)
Louise Penny Glass
Houses
Louise Ehrdrich The
Round House (CD)
Jane Duncan My
Friends the Mrs Millers
Marjorie Nicholson What
did you do in the war, Mummy? 7
October
Steven Pressman The
War of Art
Sue Grafton Y
is for Yesterday
Brendan Burchard The
Motivation Manifesto (not finished)
Florence Scovell Shinn The
Power of Intuition
Lucilla Andrews No
Time for Romance
Mary Walsh Crying
for the Moon
Joan Flood Left
Unsaid
Ann Patchett Truth
and Beauty (CD)
Anne Hillerman Song
of the Lion (CD)
Regina Martino Shungite:
Protection, Healing and Detoxification
John Mortimer Rumpole
and the Reign of Terror 11
November
Emma Donoghue Touchy
Subjects (short stories on CD)
Anne Perry An
Echo of Murder
Ann Cleves Cold
Earth
Kate Quinn The
Alice Network
Ann Cleeves The
Seagull
John Mortimer Rumpole’s
Last Case (CD)
A.S. Byatt Ragnarok:
the end of the Gods (CD)
Ben MacIntyre Rogue
Heroes: The History of the SAS
Bill Richardson The Bachelor Brothers Bed &
Breakfast Pillow Book 9
December
Mark Manson The Subtle Art of not Giving a Fuck
John MacLaughlin Gray The White Angel
Tracy Chevalier, Editor Reader,
I Married him
Robert Galbraith The
Call of the Cuckoo
Friday, January 26, 2018
The Curious Case of Dassoukine's Trousers, by Fouad Laroui
Two things lured me to this book: Laila Lalami's name on the cover and the hint of sly humour the title suggests.
Fouad Laroui's work is not widely available in English. He left Morocco as a young man to pursue further studies in France, and now teaches literature in the Netherlands. Lalami helped have this collection translated.
Shot through with sharp yet gentle ribbing, these versatile works contain many references to history and politics. The hilarious title story features a tall Moroccan government economist whose pants are stolen shortly before he is to attend an early-morning meeting in Brussels to buy wheat; he's obliged to show up in charity shop golf pants. The play "Fifteen Minutes as a Philosopher" delivers drama in a dozen pages. The final short piece is a chilling nightmare.
"Dislocation" employs a bittersweet tone, and "What was not said in Brussels" is also narrated in a serious voice. Like so many writers from his region, Laroui studied abroad and lives away from his original country, and these stories allude to the poignant feelings of dislocation that result. "Why," wonders one Moroccan, now married to a Dutch woman and living in Utrecht, "does man distance himself from home...make himself a foreigner?"
"Bannini's Bodyguard," "The Invention of Dry Swimming" and "Born Nowhere" evoke student days in the Cafe de l'Univers in Casablanca. On a hot and slow-moving afternoon, the table is littered with glasses of coffee, mint tea, and pomegranate juice. While half a dozen young men talk philosophy, make jokes, and tell stories that poke fun at the antics of the government, the reader sits invisibly listening, unnoticed like the cat who sleeps on a nearby chair.
In the course of their conversation, the students look back on the days "when you could drink a beer without triggering a heavy fire of fatwas, without provoking questions from Parliament." Setting the context, one storyteller reminds his audience that in the early seventies, when all matters "related to the Palace made the masses tremble with fear." This was a time when the man who buttoned the shirt cuffs of Hassan II "had more power than a minister," and the king's bootblack commanded generals.
In the context of dry swimming, the youths also wonder why, if everything is divine creation, people "rhapsodize and roar...when faced with a waterfall, a beautiful tree, or a cloud, and say nothing when staring at a pebble or listening to a braying donkey."
Getting back to pants, the writer waxes poetic as he evokes the vicissitudes of history, trade, and social life through a pair of pants worn by a character called Jilali. "Originally corduroy," they've been modified by "rubbing against the back of CTM bus seats...the abrasion suffered from rough chairs" and "entryways waiting for a door to open." The trousers have also spent time sitting on the sidewalk, "waiting for the forces of Law and Order to hand over an identity card," and made contact with "the trees on the boulevard; the stadium bleachers; the deteriorated, discouraged walls" and even "the asphalt, if there was a skirmish."
This veritable poetry of pants is followed by a similar flight of fancy on Cherki's shirt, which begins "in the age of the Hittites, falling cleanly on Assyrian buttocks," and going downhill from there to reach its sadly worn condition of today.
Thanks to my students at SFU for suggesting the idea of a reading list, now under construction. Fouad Laroui will definitely be on it.
Fouad Laroui's work is not widely available in English. He left Morocco as a young man to pursue further studies in France, and now teaches literature in the Netherlands. Lalami helped have this collection translated.
Shot through with sharp yet gentle ribbing, these versatile works contain many references to history and politics. The hilarious title story features a tall Moroccan government economist whose pants are stolen shortly before he is to attend an early-morning meeting in Brussels to buy wheat; he's obliged to show up in charity shop golf pants. The play "Fifteen Minutes as a Philosopher" delivers drama in a dozen pages. The final short piece is a chilling nightmare.
"Dislocation" employs a bittersweet tone, and "What was not said in Brussels" is also narrated in a serious voice. Like so many writers from his region, Laroui studied abroad and lives away from his original country, and these stories allude to the poignant feelings of dislocation that result. "Why," wonders one Moroccan, now married to a Dutch woman and living in Utrecht, "does man distance himself from home...make himself a foreigner?"
"Bannini's Bodyguard," "The Invention of Dry Swimming" and "Born Nowhere" evoke student days in the Cafe de l'Univers in Casablanca. On a hot and slow-moving afternoon, the table is littered with glasses of coffee, mint tea, and pomegranate juice. While half a dozen young men talk philosophy, make jokes, and tell stories that poke fun at the antics of the government, the reader sits invisibly listening, unnoticed like the cat who sleeps on a nearby chair.
In the course of their conversation, the students look back on the days "when you could drink a beer without triggering a heavy fire of fatwas, without provoking questions from Parliament." Setting the context, one storyteller reminds his audience that in the early seventies, when all matters "related to the Palace made the masses tremble with fear." This was a time when the man who buttoned the shirt cuffs of Hassan II "had more power than a minister," and the king's bootblack commanded generals.
In the context of dry swimming, the youths also wonder why, if everything is divine creation, people "rhapsodize and roar...when faced with a waterfall, a beautiful tree, or a cloud, and say nothing when staring at a pebble or listening to a braying donkey."
Getting back to pants, the writer waxes poetic as he evokes the vicissitudes of history, trade, and social life through a pair of pants worn by a character called Jilali. "Originally corduroy," they've been modified by "rubbing against the back of CTM bus seats...the abrasion suffered from rough chairs" and "entryways waiting for a door to open." The trousers have also spent time sitting on the sidewalk, "waiting for the forces of Law and Order to hand over an identity card," and made contact with "the trees on the boulevard; the stadium bleachers; the deteriorated, discouraged walls" and even "the asphalt, if there was a skirmish."
This veritable poetry of pants is followed by a similar flight of fancy on Cherki's shirt, which begins "in the age of the Hittites, falling cleanly on Assyrian buttocks," and going downhill from there to reach its sadly worn condition of today.
Thanks to my students at SFU for suggesting the idea of a reading list, now under construction. Fouad Laroui will definitely be on it.
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
Just a glimpse of biased photo editing, in passing
Last week I was walking along Cordova Street. As I passed this sign, what jumped out at me was the apparent phrase "Glassware toques." This created such a strange image in my head that I broke my stride to back up and check what the sign really said. Of course, the shop does not offer "glassware toques" for $14.
This got me thinking about how editing can be used to mislead, and I cropped the picture accordingly. This bit of mischief reminded me again of the need to consider all things in context. (Okay, I admit that's a familiar rant.)
But look at what can be done by cropping a picture with a certain end in mind. By manipulating pictures or words, desired reactions are suggested. Not the case here, but we live with glimpse-and-run images; it's a cautionary tale.
This got me thinking about how editing can be used to mislead, and I cropped the picture accordingly. This bit of mischief reminded me again of the need to consider all things in context. (Okay, I admit that's a familiar rant.)
But look at what can be done by cropping a picture with a certain end in mind. By manipulating pictures or words, desired reactions are suggested. Not the case here, but we live with glimpse-and-run images; it's a cautionary tale.
Sunday, January 21, 2018
The Seven Whispers by Christina Baldwin
"The purpose of life is not to maintain personal comfort; it's to grow the soul."
I clearly recall the inspiration and encouragement I got from Christina Baldwin's 1990 journaling book, Life's Companion. One idea that stuck was that while other people may come and go, your journal writing practice will never abandon you.
Subtitled "Listening to the voice of spirit," this book (2002) describes seven ways of listening to our wise selves. The first is to maintain peace of mind. I love this idea. From what I know of energy, the best we humans can do is to hold a space of neutrality, resist judgments, choose peace. "Peace of mind is a spiritual state waiting for us to find it."
I love the second whisper, "move at the pace of guidance." We can always access that inner voice, which is only a breath away. What wise advice to use this guidance to decide what to do next and when to do it. When an act arises out of our inner conviction, we carry it out with certainty of purpose. This strengthens our sense of direction in life and helps us follow it.
The next offering is to surrender to surprise; the unexpected is a great gift. "When things happen, our underlying faith or doubt is brought to the surface." Unpleasant surprises are opportunities to heal old wounds and toxic judgments.
Next we are told to ask for what we need and offer what we can. It is sad to reflect on how often we neglect such simple forms of communication and kindness.
The next whisper is the exhortation to love those who are in front of us. We are here to practice love, and rather than restricting it to those we choose, we need to love all who cross our path.
Baldwin's final whisper advises us to return to the world. We live in our bodies and on the earth, so we need to spend time there, increasing our awareness of our physicality and humanity.
"I believe the shift in accountability from outside us to inside us is an evolutionary leap." This line resonates deeply. I have long believed humans are in the process of making such a leap. Indeed, it's a necessity if our species is to continue to occupy our planetary home for much longer.
I clearly recall the inspiration and encouragement I got from Christina Baldwin's 1990 journaling book, Life's Companion. One idea that stuck was that while other people may come and go, your journal writing practice will never abandon you.
Subtitled "Listening to the voice of spirit," this book (2002) describes seven ways of listening to our wise selves. The first is to maintain peace of mind. I love this idea. From what I know of energy, the best we humans can do is to hold a space of neutrality, resist judgments, choose peace. "Peace of mind is a spiritual state waiting for us to find it."
I love the second whisper, "move at the pace of guidance." We can always access that inner voice, which is only a breath away. What wise advice to use this guidance to decide what to do next and when to do it. When an act arises out of our inner conviction, we carry it out with certainty of purpose. This strengthens our sense of direction in life and helps us follow it.
The next offering is to surrender to surprise; the unexpected is a great gift. "When things happen, our underlying faith or doubt is brought to the surface." Unpleasant surprises are opportunities to heal old wounds and toxic judgments.
Next we are told to ask for what we need and offer what we can. It is sad to reflect on how often we neglect such simple forms of communication and kindness.
The next whisper is the exhortation to love those who are in front of us. We are here to practice love, and rather than restricting it to those we choose, we need to love all who cross our path.
Baldwin's final whisper advises us to return to the world. We live in our bodies and on the earth, so we need to spend time there, increasing our awareness of our physicality and humanity.
"I believe the shift in accountability from outside us to inside us is an evolutionary leap." This line resonates deeply. I have long believed humans are in the process of making such a leap. Indeed, it's a necessity if our species is to continue to occupy our planetary home for much longer.
Thursday, January 18, 2018
Seaweed Under Water by Stanley Evans
Image from amazon
Stanley Evans has created a memorable detective in Sergeant Silas Seaweed of the Victoria Police Department. As he works toward solving the crime, readers learn tidbits about the capital's history and glimpse some Coast Salish spiritual beliefs.
This romp of a police procedural employs all the usual suspects along with a few ghosts and spirits. We follow Silas through tough bars and greasy spoons. Aboard a yacht, he meets a scheming siren whose intentions toward him are ambivalent. Local references are amusing and philosophical. The sly wit and clever turns of phrase of narrator Silas surprise and delight. His apt descriptions evoke the sleazy club called Pinky's, with its band that "belonged in a garage," its speakers "the size of coffins" and its classic yet fresh Belfast-born bartender.
On learning that a colleague from the era of "bent witnesses and rubber hoses" is retiring, Silas waxes philosophical. Besides a silver plaque from the Victoria City Council, he muses, Bradley Sunderland will have little "to show for his years on the force" but "citations for assault, drunkenness, dereliction of duty and persistent tardiness." Oh - and "a boiler-plated pension."
The loaner car that is supposed to replace his MG while it's in the shop is "as responsive as a bad date," and Chef Lou does "a very creditable imitation of whirling dervishes around his hotplate." One of the villains shows up with "purple crescents under his eyes." But, thinks Silas, "if he wasn't the best-dressed logger on the coast, Prince Charles doesn't play polo."
Proud of his way with words, the silver-tongued sergeant teases his boss for being "the master of single entendre." When pressed by a lady for a good Chardonnay he doesn't have, he describes the home made plonk in his fridge as redolent of "berries and English crumpets."
Stanley Evans has created a memorable detective in Sergeant Silas Seaweed of the Victoria Police Department. As he works toward solving the crime, readers learn tidbits about the capital's history and glimpse some Coast Salish spiritual beliefs.
This romp of a police procedural employs all the usual suspects along with a few ghosts and spirits. We follow Silas through tough bars and greasy spoons. Aboard a yacht, he meets a scheming siren whose intentions toward him are ambivalent. Local references are amusing and philosophical. The sly wit and clever turns of phrase of narrator Silas surprise and delight. His apt descriptions evoke the sleazy club called Pinky's, with its band that "belonged in a garage," its speakers "the size of coffins" and its classic yet fresh Belfast-born bartender.
On learning that a colleague from the era of "bent witnesses and rubber hoses" is retiring, Silas waxes philosophical. Besides a silver plaque from the Victoria City Council, he muses, Bradley Sunderland will have little "to show for his years on the force" but "citations for assault, drunkenness, dereliction of duty and persistent tardiness." Oh - and "a boiler-plated pension."
The loaner car that is supposed to replace his MG while it's in the shop is "as responsive as a bad date," and Chef Lou does "a very creditable imitation of whirling dervishes around his hotplate." One of the villains shows up with "purple crescents under his eyes." But, thinks Silas, "if he wasn't the best-dressed logger on the coast, Prince Charles doesn't play polo."
Proud of his way with words, the silver-tongued sergeant teases his boss for being "the master of single entendre." When pressed by a lady for a good Chardonnay he doesn't have, he describes the home made plonk in his fridge as redolent of "berries and English crumpets."
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
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