I often wonder about sentences – about their impact, their purity, their necessity of being. I wonder about wasted words, wasted pages, and wasted stories. I wonder every time I read.Yet, whenever I reach for The Proud Beggars, I find myself in awe, mesmerized, a captive to Cossery’s mastery of l...
La fainéantise est élevée au rang des valeurs supérieures dans cette famille cairote : Galal l'aîné n'a pas bougé de son lit depuis sept ans, Rafik a renoncé à épouser la femme qu'il aime de peur qu'elle trouble sa somnolence. Serag, le plus jeune des frères veut commettre la folie d'aller travai...
S'inpirant de l'oeuvre éponyme d'A. Cossery, cet album relate une intrigue policière dans l'Egypte d'aujourd'hui, mais est avant tout une déclaration d'amour au Caire.
He was born in this poor quarter and had grown up here, and it was neither proper nor decent for him to be seen getting out of a taxi by people who had known him barefoot and dressed in rags. In fact, the young man only came back to this squalid neighborhood to visit his father, a former factory ...
He was certain he would soon appear again from behind the tall stalks of corn. The sycamore stood before him at the side of the path, and he heard birds twittering in its branches. The path wound across the corn field and the road was at the end, lost in vaporous distance. Serag trembled at the s...