134 Submissions for 2019 International Prize for Arabic Fiction
The longlist will be chosen from “134 submissions which have all been published between July 2017 and June 2018,” according to organizers.
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Friday Finds: ‘Francophone Algerian Poets’
“Algerian Francophone literature is, one could say, a child of the twentieth century. It has its origins both in the struggle for independence—gained in 1962—and in Algerians’ determination to recount their own collective history and individual histories with the tools and resources of the French educational system, with its literature, past, and poetry, imposed on Algeria when it was a colony of France.”
‘The Sorrowful Muslim’s Guide’: On Translating Hussein Amin
“Initially the chapters were published as columns in the Qatari ‘Al-Doha’ magazine. The Egyptian editor-in-chief, Ragaa Al-Naqqash, was courageous enough to publish them, hoping to turn the magazine into a platform for enlightened thought, and was ultimately fired from the magazine because of the controversy the articles created.”
From ‘Children of the Alley: The Story of the Forbidden Novel’
Gamal al-Ghitani reported that, when he finally woke from the lengthy surgery, he turned to the people around him and said, “You’re meant to be afraid, you’re meant to shut up.”
Forthcoming in 2019: Twenty-six Notable Translations from Arabic
A list of twenty-six notable translations from Arabic forthcoming in 2019.
ArabLit’s Top 11 Reads of 2018
These are ArabLit’s most popular posts of 2018, minus the listicles and promotional hype about the ArabLit Story Prize and ArabLit Quarterly.
Sunday Submissions: ‘Rusted Radishes’ Seeks Internet Features
The literary magazine Rusted Radishes is looking for submissions “from anyone who has a relationship with Lebanon or the MENA region”.
Another Farewell: Authors Who Died in 2018
Remembering a few of the acclaimed Arab authors who left us in 2018.
Friday Finds: ‘Damascus 1986’
The key’s clang
the sun I called from the windowsill
the brief time of fondness
none of it were mine