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A review by e333mily
Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 by Mahmoud Darwish
5.0
Hauntingly beautiful. Part poetry, part memory, part something else that resists definition. The translation is so well done, but I can’t begin to imagine how breathtaking this book must be in the original Arabic.
“And I want nothing more from the passing days than the aroma of coffee. The aroma of coffee so I can hold myself together, stand on my feet, and be transformed from something that crawls, into a human being.”
“I want a language that I can lean on and that can lean on me, that asks me to bear witness and that I can ask to bear witness…”
“Something is missing from me. And I can't. I can't.”
“And I want nothing more from the passing days than the aroma of coffee. The aroma of coffee so I can hold myself together, stand on my feet, and be transformed from something that crawls, into a human being.”
“I want a language that I can lean on and that can lean on me, that asks me to bear witness and that I can ask to bear witness…”
“Something is missing from me. And I can't. I can't.”