Samar Yazbek and Leri Price Make 2022 Warwick Longlist for ‘Planet of Clay’
Syrian novelist Samar Yazbek and translator Leri Price have made the diverse and star-studded 14-book longlist for this year’s Warwick Prize for Women in Translation.
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Lit & Found: Odai Alzoubi’s ‘The Butterfly’s Shadow’ in Four Languages
“I don’t think it has to do anything with age. I’m now forty years old and am still confused.”
Egyptian Author Bahaa Taher Dies at 87
Egyptian novelist and short-story writer Bahaa Taher, winner of the inaugural International Prize for Arabic Fiction, died on Thursday at the age of 87.
Author Mohamed Kheir on Surreal Coincidences and the Mysteries of Translation
” One day, I read Lorca’s wonderful poem “Elegy to a Bullfighter,” translated into Arabic by a great Arab poet. I was agitated by the translation, not because I knew Spanish — I don’t know Spanish — but because I memorized the poem from another translation, which had been done by a man who was neither a poet nor a translator. “
New Fiction: An Excerpt from Belal Fadl’s ‘Um Mimi’
Belal Fadl’s Um Mimi, on the longlist for the 2022 International Prize for Arabic Fiction, unfolds in Fadl’s characteristic ironic style, following a young man who is desperate to escape the orbit of his family and enter into the world of film.
Three Poems by Riyad Al-Saleh Al-Hussein
“That I wrap my left arm around your shoulder / And my right around the shoulder of the world / And to say to the moon: / Take a photo of us.”
Lit & Found: Excerpt from ‘The Secret Of The Morisco’
Dar Arab has just published Christiaan James’ crisp translation of Mohammed AlAjmi historical-adventure novel The Secret of the Morisco. An excerpt is now available in the publisher’s website.
New Poetry from Ghassan Al-Jibai: ‘You Call It a Grave, I Call It a Flowerpot’
“I am as you’ve always known me / Arms crossed over my chest / Like a stone bridge”
New Fiction from Sudan: Ahmed Abu Hazim’s ‘Fragments of Obsessions & Suspicions ‘
His face was hidden by his bent head, with its enormous turban, as he busied himself with the food in front of him. His hand went up and down between his mouth and the dishes like an old crane.