Home to a mixed community of Muslims, Copts, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Indians, Europeans and Africans, Sur is plunged into turmoil by an extremist revolution orchestrated by the Righteous One. An obscure figure, the Righteous One is drawing followers from the poor and discontented to his jihad. Sur and all its communities represent the camp of apostasy and must be defeated. The city begins to prepare itself for the onslaught. Together with other young women, Khamila is led away to a house for female captives. Kept in seclusion and guarded by eunuchs, these women are instructed in the new faith and readied for marriage and sexual servitude. Despairing of rescue and determined to resist her fate, Khamila learns she is to be married off to the Righteous One himself. She appears to be rescued by one of the eunuchs, Lulu, but awakens from her dream, again and again, to find herself still a captive. Despite its relative shortness, this poetic novel is rich in detail and characters, while the author projects contemporary horrors of sexual violence and slavery back into the past and fiercely criticizes today’s extremist ideologies.
Shortlisted for the 2011 International Prize for Arab Fiction. The Grub Hunter tells the story of a secret service agent who, after years of imprisoning dangerous novelists, decides to join them... When Farfar receives a life-changing injury, he is forced to leave his secret service days behind him. With no family to fill the void, he struggles to find meaning in his new, solitary life. That is until he is struck by an unusual idea: to write a novel. Despite putting his fair share of novelists behind bars, the idea sticks. After visiting a coffeehouse popular among writers, his old colleagues begin to grow suspicious... In a country tightly controlled by the police, the world of literature is a dangerous path into treason. Wonderfully curious and full of wit, The Grub Hunter is a sharply original and unforgettable novel. 'By turns funny and moving, [The Grub Hunter] captures the absurdity of modern life under the intrusive eye of a repressive regime.' Guardian 'A giant among Arabic fiction writers.' Daily News Egypt
Louis Nawa left the hospital, still wearing his inpatient's gown, which covered only the top half of his body, leaving the bottom half naked but for a thick coat of body hair, a few mosquito bites and a wealth of lesions left by Ebola, which were now beginning to heal over. The streets were dusty, baking in the midday August sun... Ebola's tragic victims were evident all around. With no one left to carry them, they crawled alone to the main square in the hope of finding help. Louis, meanwhile, was completely oblivious to his bare feet, already blistering as they pounded the baking road. Any feeling including that of a guilty conscience had been entirely deadened by the bottle of wine he had guzzled. By acclaimed Sudanese author Amir Tag Elsir, Ebola '76 follows the story of Louis, a simple blue-collar worker who unwittingly transports a deadly disease back to his home country, with disastrous consequences for his family, friends and colleagues alike. In a series of bizarre and comical human encounters, the disease takes a firm hold of the city of Anzara. Blind guitar players, comely barbers, tyrannical factory owners and spurned wives all soon find themselves desperately fighting for their lives in the "Time of Ebola". Among the novel's most unusual characters is Ebola itself, a strikingly dark and sinister presence that haunts the pages of this fast-paced, tragicomic satire. Cackling with glee, hovering in drops of spittle, and gliding slyly from body to body, Ebola represents one of the evilest and unpredictable of villains.
Shortlisted for the 2011 International Prize for Arab Fiction. The Grub Hunter tells the story of a secret service agent who, after years of imprisoning dangerous novelists, decides to join them... When Farfar receives a life-changing injury, he is forced to leave his secret service days behind him. With no family to fill the void, he struggles to find meaning in his new, solitary life. That is until he is struck by an unusual idea: to write a novel. Despite putting his fair share of novelists behind bars, the idea sticks. After visiting a coffeehouse popular among writers, his old colleagues begin to grow suspicious... In a country tightly controlled by the police, the world of literature is a dangerous path into treason. Wonderfully curious and full of wit, The Grub Hunter is a sharply original and unforgettable novel. 'By turns funny and moving, [The Grub Hunter] captures the absurdity of modern life under the intrusive eye of a repressive regime.' Guardian 'A giant among Arabic fiction writers.' Daily News Egypt
Amir Tag Elsir is a Sudanese writer, born in 1960. He studied medicine in Egypt and at the British Royal College of Medicine. He has published 16 books, including novels, biographies and poetry. His most important works are: The Dowry of Cries (2004), The Crawling of the Ants (2008), The Copt's Worries (2009) and The French Perfume (2009). His novel The Grub Hunter (2010) was shortlisted for the International Prize for Arabic Fiction in 2011 and translated into English and Italian.
A Sudanese writer begins to suspect that one of his most idiosyncratic characters from a recent novel resembles – in an uncanny, terrifying way – a real person he has never met. Since he condemned this character to an untimely death in the novel, should he attempt to save this real man from a similar fate? Set in both sides of Khartoum – the bustling capital city and the neglected, poverty-stricken underbelly – this is a novel of unreliable narrators, of insane asylums and of the dubious relationship between imagination and reality.
Home to a mixed community of Muslims, Copts, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Indians, Europeans and Africans, Sur is plunged into turmoil by an extremist revolution orchestrated by the Righteous One. An obscure figure, the Righteous One is drawing followers from the poor and discontented to his jihad. Sur and all its communities represent the camp of apostasy and must be defeated. The city begins to prepare itself for the onslaught. Together with other young women, Khamila is led away to a house for female captives. Kept in seclusion and guarded by eunuchs, these women are instructed in the new faith and readied for marriage and sexual servitude. Despairing of rescue and determined to resist her fate, Khamila learns she is to be married off to the Righteous One himself. She appears to be rescued by one of the eunuchs, Lulu, but awakens from her dream, again and again, to find herself still a captive. Despite its relative shortness, this poetic novel is rich in detail and characters, while the author projects contemporary horrors of sexual violence and slavery back into the past and fiercely criticizes today’s extremist ideologies.
The real burden on my shoulders is that Columbus and his wife are always with me. I no longer find the time to try to understand you. Whenever I lay down to get a wink of sleep, I am surprised by my neighbors visiting with their big smiles, enjoying their time at my house. I already suffer from acute insomnia, living with you in my mind, painting the conspiracies and sufferings of love, as well as its victories and losses. But then, my neighbors arrive. The woman opens and closes my cupboards without asking my permission, arranges my bed in her own way, washes my dishes, stoops to sweep my room and tiny hall, cooks for me what she thinks I like to eat; while in fact, I do not eat much.I pay attention to her labored breathing, begging her to stop, but she never does. Her husband is seated on my pillow. I embroidered the pillow with my tears and droolings of love, droolings from my mouth during the times I can sleep. He rolls some marijuana in transparent paper, then he smokes. He laughs till he cries, just because a mosquito passes close to his nose, or a fly is stuck in a spider web on the wall. Worse, he reacts to sounds in the road like shouting, insults or supplications. He jumps from his seat, runs and joins those voices. When he sits in the corner in the early evening, he gives life lectures and fills the room at night with his resonant voice, dizzy and slurred because of the marijuana. I breathed deeply and wish that the whole day fills with trivial, fictional lectures, so that I can spend it with my clean, fertile imagination.
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