A review by sarah_who_reads
Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 by Mahmoud Darwish

4.0

I just finished this one and I was actually surprised that I liked it. I love Darwish, but a friend told me that in this case, he should have stuck to poetry. It is rambling, but I imagine that the sense of chaos I often felt while reading it mirrors Beirut in 1982, and it is telling that the book is subtitled "August, Beirut, 1982," because he seamlessly mixes time and space throughout. Not a bad read, if you're used to depressing Palestinian literature.