“It’s a comedy, both in the modern and ancient senses of the word, where his author allows the reader a laugh off fictional lives and events in order to make us think about reality and its contradictions.”
“Here, we are confronted with the question: In our act of reading, are we down there with the narrator or are we up there with the drone?”
In Morocco, “[a]bout a quarter of all books are self-published, and 86 percent of the authors are male.”
They’re seeking unpublished literary fiction, literary nonfiction, and poetry from the seven countries on Trump’s “banned “list “that have been created in response to Trump’s travel ban, or can be interpreted as such.”
Next month will mark the tenth anniversary of the bombing of Baghdad’s al-Mutanabbi Street, the city’s historic bookselling corridor.
“What do you mean? How can you get married on the quiet?”
“Probably don’t go with the idea of saving anyone.”
They came away until they came
to water, wearied
while overhead the sun searched for a needle
to reattach them to the shadows.
“I admit that it is not strong evidence, but it does conjure a scene of the two lovers having a conversation with this Ottoman dignitary as they milled around at Pashkov’s feminist conference.”
“Alkhairalla was there to talk about “using comics as a platform for independent story-telling.”
“This Sunday, suggested submissions are literary works geared toward the seven nations targeted by the Donald Trump regime’s travel ban; a finish-your-book fund looking for immigrant writers; and an anthology featuring Muslim voices.”
The furniture too corresponds with the wood,
the way distant sons write to their mothers
Only the tree whose child they’ve carved into a coffin,
does not receive any mail.