Tunisian writer and philosopher Kamel Zoghbani (1965-2020) died on Monday, September 14, after a sudden heart attack. He was 55.
"you come from somewhere else too he says / and the stones moan with absence / the earth stops turning / once yes once I also had a country"
"Many will paint Memmi as a Tunisian author to lend credibility to an imagined version of early 20th c. Tunisia: cosmopolitan, multi-confessional. In my opinion this is not only inaccurate, it runs against Memmi's thought on the nuances of belonging and the workings of colonialism."
She wrote up until the very end -- about her illness, about Baghdad, and about Tunisian politics -- publishing her final post on the popular "A Tunisian Girl" blog Sunday.
The main Arabic prize went to Tarek Chibani for his novel للا السيدة (Lady Essayida).
In Yamen Manai’s prizewinning third novel, the devastation of a beekeeper’s hive by a hornet attack serves as a microcosm for the aftermath of Tunisia’s 2011 Jasmine Revolution.
I answered her, my eyes fixed on a pile of clothes, deep in thought, “I’ve got to find the dress, the dress is the key, it’s the ax that will cut down poverty right from its roots.”
"their bright lights infect me with an intellectual insomnia shrinking my soul, and blinding my eyes,"
Again, remember, writers must be living to play, so sadly no Saghir Oulad Ahmed, Mahmoud Messadi, Muhammad Salih al-Jabri, Houcine El Oued, or Aboul-Qacem Echebbi.
"Emblematic of this change is the novel Kalb bin Kalb (‘Dog, Son of Dog’, 2013), written by the dissident journalist and writer Taoufik Ben Brik, which became an immediate bestseller in a rejuvenated book market with 40,000 copies sold in a year."
"I / am stolen splendor on a darkened street"
"You cross the bridge suspended over the canal. Colored ships slowly glide across the surface of blue waters below. Now and then, from beyond the hills of fine sand, a date palm emerges, a village, some people. Fish dart across the lake and a swarthy, dusty child poses for the camera, stick in hand."