Spring, New York: Pt. 1

By KIRK MICHAEL

This is the first part of a two-part Dispatch. The second part is available here

“Beginnings are always delightful; the threshold is the place to pause. 

My luggage trips over the pavement and the brownstone bella vista is dappled by trees I will soon learn are called Callery Pears, the ones that smell of semen, vulgar but pleasing, high on the listicle of “Disgusting Smelling New York Trees, Ranked,” a sign that I have finally arrived in Brooklyn in proper spring, the jizzy crush of it.

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Review: Tram 83

Book by FISTON MWANZA MUJILA
Reviewed by ANGELA AJAYI

Tram 83

After I finished reading Tram 83the debut novel by Congolese writer Fiston Mwanza Mujila, a quote from journalist Adam Hochschild’s book, King Leopold’s Ghost, haunted me, and I went in search of it. With just a few lines, he laid bare the long-term effects of colonization on Congo:

From the colonial era, the major legacy left to Africa was not democracy as it is practiced today in countries like England, France and Belgium; it was authoritarian rule and plunder. On the whole continent, perhaps no nation has had a harder time than Congo in emerging from the shadow of its past.

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Friday Reads: April 2016

By BARBARA MAYER, KELCEY PARKER ERVICK, SUJATA SHEKAR, MELODY NIXON

 

Politics and history crackle through the plotlines of our recommended books this month, as we travel the world experiencing struggle and mourning in a many-layered collage of contexts. Here are four varied works of “healing imagination,” as books both simple and unconventional examine trauma unflinching and then look to what happens next.

Recommended:

Nora Webster by Colm Toibin, Book of Ruth by Robert Seydel, The Association of Small Bombs by Karan Mahajan, Jam on the Vine by LaShonda Katrice Barnett

Friday Reads: April 2016
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Issue 11 Art

A compilation of the Visual Art from Issue 11.

Metallic face sculptures

All What Will Remain. Photography. Bahaa Souki.

CollageToy Men—Plastic Women. Mixed media on wood, 84 x 69 cm, 2012. Bahaa Souki.

Collage

Decision Keeper. Mixed media on canvas, 100 x 100 cm, 2014. Bahaa Souki.

Painting-- man walking a dog

One Arm Man With His Dog. Oil on cotton paper, 95 x 68 cm, 2015. Bahaa Souki.

Two people holding one another

Home, Part 1. Photography, 105 x 70 cm, 2013. Ons Ghimagi.

Two people sitting back to back

Home, Part 2. Photography, 105 x 70 cm, 2013. Ons Ghimagi.

Woman sitting against a wall on the phone

In the Mood for Love. Photography, 105 x 70 cm, 2013. Ons Ghimagi.

Sculpture of a figure010. Oil on canvas, 100 x 120 cm, 2004. Bader Mahasneh.

Figure sitting017. Archival print of 3 editions, 90 x 90 cm, 2010. Bader Mahasneh.

Painting TamimiUntitled. Acrylic on canvas, 175 x 95 cm, 2015.

Painting of three figures under an umbrella

Untitled. Acrylic on canvas, 80 x 80 cm, 2015.

Figure in red

Untitled. Acrylic on canvas, 80 x 80 cm, 2015.

Collage of children and birds

Child’s Message (1). Mixed media on canvas, 100 x 100 cm, 2014.

Collage of child angels over building

Cold Breezes. Mixed media on canvas, 100 x 100 cm, 2012.

Collage of children and buildings

Dialogue. Mixed media on canvas, 200 x 100 cm, 2015.

Photograph of dancers

The Original Fall. Photography. Bahaa Souki.

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Author Panel at Forbes Library

Event Date: 
Wednesday, April 13, 2016 – 7:00pm9:00pm
Location: 
Forbes Library, 20 West St, Northampton, MA 01060

On Wednesday, April 13, at 7 PM, the Forbes Library will host a panel discussion and Q&A with The Common, featuring novelist Edie Meidav, podcast editor Steven Tagle, and Editor-in-Chief Jennifer Acker. Each will read briefly from recent work, discuss balancing the writing and teach life, and talk about The Common‘s role in the literary landscape here in the Valley and around the world.

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A Space for Dreaming

By M. LYNX QUALEY

Scholars of Arabic literature were, for a time, obsessed with naming a “first” Arabic novel to stand at the head of an apparently new literary tradition. Was it M. H. Haykal’s 1914 Zaynab? Was it one of the many novels that were serialized in popular magazines that sprouted up in Egypt, Syria, and Lebanon in the late 1800s and early 1900s? Or perhaps Ahmad Faris al-Shidyaq’s peripatetic, language-glorifying Leg Over Leg (1855)? Never mind that al-Shidyaq mocked the obsessions of European writing.

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Four Very Short Stories

By KHALED SAMEH

The Guard of Darkness
 
In the dark depths of this pit, I try to touch the light seeping in through the cracks. My hands clasp nothing but dust, while the silence carries its nightly promise of my everlasting confinement.
 

On the very first night, one thousand years ago, or… wait, why do we always begin our stories with the first night? There is absolutely no difference between what happened in that distant time and what is happening now. The same columns of men march beneath the sun’s rays in the afternoon’s scorching heat, the same tear-soaked supplications and hymns: “O God, make his grave a green pasture in the gardens of Paradise—don’t cast him into a burning pit of hell.” “O God, grant him a better spouse than the one he has, a better home, and better children.” “O God, forgive his sins and those of your faithful worshippers.”

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Burdens

By MOHAMMAD RABIE

Translated by MOHAMED EL-SAWI HASSAN

It was the first of February 1957, and in the entrance of Prince Abdul Munem’s palace, a young officer stood facing the prince. With the usual sternness, the officer told the prince that he must leave the palace immediately.¹ Without saying a word, the prince went back inside and came out carrying a suitcase. He smiled at the officer and walked toward the southern wall of the palace.

At first the officer was astounded by this, as there was only one entrance to the palace and it was located in the northern wall. His amazement only grew as he watched the prince open the door of a room built against the southern wall and step inside it. Thinking he must have been duped and that his assignment had not been successfully completed, the officer went into the room and yelled furiously at the prince, threatening to use force to get him out of the palace. But the prince claimed that because the room was not part of the palace and he did not actually own it, he was still allowed to stay and live in it. He told the officer that his father had given the little room away a long time ago. He also informed him that Sheikh Abu Annoor was buried inside. He pointed to a structure in the middle of the room covered with a thin rug. “Don’t you see the tomb?” he asked. He then whirled his forefinger around in the air, pointing around the room, and asked the officer: “Would you really nationalize a shrine?”

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