In short, Junge writes that al-Fāriyāqīya demands the right to a woman’s participation in lust, which means not only sexual desire, but also social and cultural desires -- and thus also linguistic pleasures. Women’s emancipation here means not only women’s participation in knowledge, but also in lust. Woman here are not the object of pleasure, but its subject.
"I believe the past — whether we call it a civil war or peace — will not end until the fall of the Second Republic, which is the protector of the official narrative of the civil war and the killer of the war’s missing and kidnapped."
The video was taken on October 19, when Hashem Beck read at the Rugby Tavern in London as part of the London launch of her Laureate's Choice Anthology: There Was and How Much There Was.
"But I was able to find out that some early issues of that magazine did receive funding from the Congress for Cultural Freedom, and that was unexpected."
"‘I was very moved’, came his voice down the line. ‘But you’re not cruel enough to me D. You’ve protected me. Your novel suffers from that. And you don’t understand, you haven’t written how much I loved you. Mali loves Farid more than he loves her. Farid isn’t me.’"
On the night I saw the play, for example, Ali paused in the middle of describing an unpleasant sex dream about Fouad Al-Seniora—the former Minister of Finance and prime minister of Lebanon—to ask who the equivalent, physically unappealing politician in England would be; she received a chorus of “Boris Johnson!” from the audience.
"He keeps walking. The buildings, rubble, and garbage around him duplicate and multiply."
"Speed is a reflex, second nature. When a driver is stuck in a traffic jam, his hand on the horn immediately takes over from his foot on the accelerator. It is less an attempt to move forward than a way of not giving up when everything is falling apart."
Deadline for submissions to this year's prize is August 31, 2019.
"The title doesn’t reflect the contents of the novel. I choose a title at random. There is no India in the novel, and no king."
"Time and fog escape our grasp." -Etel Adnan, #BOTD.
My darling mother, I write to you from the airport before they can take me, before I go through the security barrier.