Nihad Sirees will soon be in London, appearing with Golan Haji and Robin Yassin-Kassab at the Southbank Center (Jan 29), with Malu Halasa and Ghalia Kabbani at Waterstones Piccadilly (Jan 30). But currently, he is at Brown University on an International… Read More ›
Vice magazine has just published an excerpt of Fawwaz Haddad’s Solo Piano Music (trans. Max Weiss), as well as Weiss’s introduction to the work: Fawwaz Haddad, as Weiss notes, was a “late bloomer.” Although Haddad told Syria Today that he began writing at the age… Read More ›
Yesterday, PEN officially announced its “Writing in Translation 2013” awards. Among the six titles are two from the Arabic: Writing Revolution: The Voices from Tunis to Damascus (trans. Robin Moger) and Sirees’s The Silence and the Roar, trans. Max Weiss: In the PEN release,… Read More ›
Most Syrian authors I read continue to grasp charged and powerful hope. Syrian-American author Alia Malek published in Jadaliyya this week “When Official Memory is Amnesia,” an essay that touches on, among other things, Biblical history, Assad, and her Hama-born… Read More ›
Reuters and Al Ahram Hebdo both report that the great Syrian satirical cartoonist, Ali Ferzat, plans to re-launch al-Domari, or The Lamplighter, in Cairo.
If you still haven’t read Yazbek’s “تقاطع نيران : من يوميات الانتفاضة السورية ,” well, you can always begin today.
The European Society of Authors, which was founded in the spring of 2008, has proposed an annual list of “under-translated or forgotten works” called Finnegan’s List:
Samar Yazbek writes, at the end of her moving Woman in the Crossfire, that “Heroism is an illusion.” Whether or no any human can be called a hero, a number of Syrian writers and artists (and others) have showed tremendous humanity and… Read More ›
Syrian novelist and journalist Samar Yazbek spoke at Harvard University as part of her recently concluded US tour. Yazbek talked about the situation in Syria and her new memoir Woman in the Crossfire: Diaries of the Syrian Revolution. Neila Columbo was there:
Her legs plump in tights under a dainty skirt
—little girls are such fun for mothers to dress—
she lies splayed on the floor,
a mass of red flesh and nerves spilling from her neck.