Haji Jaber’s Black Foam is full of diverse cultural, linguistic, and musical landscapes. It opens in Addis Ababa, Eritrea, one of the final stages in our main character’s journey from his tangled past […]
” The truth is that the person who didn’t leave my mind is someone I didn’t talk to; rather, we kept looking at each other without speaking.”
“What made the Archive Department’s documents history, given that her documents were closer to real life? In the end, wasn’t history life in the past?”
“He placed the suitcase lightly into the tray, and then took off to meet it on the other side. “
“I learned to read and write late. I grew up in Saudi Arabia—which is where we migrated because of the war in Eritrea—without official papers, so I couldn’t find a school to accept me, despite all the efforts of my mother, who went around to the schools in Jeddah to no avail.”
“The International Prize for Arabic Fiction’s tardy acknowledgment is better late than never.”
