"When Rifaat Ismail died in the novellas, it caused a sensation on the internet. Fans on social media websites made a de facto protest march online, complaining that the man still had plenty of life in him and that the author should have kept him going for at least another 10 years."
"So he tore up the manuscript and decided to start again. In my opinion, it was the best decision he could’ve made, as the resulting novel was a masterpiece."
Today, Netflix is releasing the series Paranormal, based on the ما وراء الطبيعة books by beloved Egyptian novelist Ahmed Khaled Tawfik. We look back at the man (1962-2018) and the impact his books had on young readers.
Tonight it’s the end of the world.
"When the sound processor of my cochlear implant is switched on, I feel like I hardly know this place. I fail at all attempts to conjure the old sounds of my hometown as my brain now perceives them in a different way. The pitches, the frequencies, the tones, and the ranges now have offbeat qualities that have taken over the sounds of the past."
Happily, Huda Fakhreddine here shares four poems she translated as part of her forthcoming The Arabic Prose Poem: Poetic Theory and Practice (March 2021).
The 2020 Sargon Boulus Award -- this year in its third edition -- went yesterday to Egyptian poet Emad Abu Saleh.
The Arab Voices project was (virtually) launched last week at the Frankfurt Book Fair, with a video presentation by project head Sherif Bakr and jury members Abier Megahed and R. Neil Hewison.
"Oman, which is not often in the media spotlight, appears to the reader of Warda not only as a country with a rich tradition and heritage, but also the scene of a violent power struggle between its different political factions."
"I say: I want neither father nor mother, nor to have them put on my road, or slipped into my story."
"Whoever loves his country, Mr. President, purifies its wounds with alcohol, and with fire cauterizes—if need be—the areas that are wounded."
"And whenever they slipped past my door, I'd throw a folded-up piece of paper at them or, to make them panic, I'd pretend I was about to throw my book."