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Wednesday, 27 September 2023

"The Beekeeper of Aleppo" by Christy Lefteri


Nuri , the eponymous protagonist, and his blind wife Afra, are in a bed & breakfast in a seaside town in England, asylum seekers applying for refugee status. Each chapter begins with their life now (told in the first person, present tense) until a single word triggers memories (past tense) of their life in Syria and the journey they have taken. They are traumatised by their experiences and bit by bit through the accounts of their sufferings we come to realise their strengths and weaknesses, and the psychological adaptations they have been forced to adopt in order to endure. 

It starts with a literary paragraph but very quickly it becomes a simply told narrative, with a strong plot. I read it quickly, turning the pages rapidly, because I wanted to know what had happened (there was just the right amount of foreshadowing) and what would happen to them (would they be granted the right to remain?). Nevertheless, even though much of the story was plot-driven, it was fundamentally about these two characters, and it was their psychological development that was at the heart of the book. The deft skill shown by the author in bringing the reader to learn about these two people was tremendous and lifts this book into the five-star category.

The book promoted a lively discussion at my reading-group. There was a (minority) view that the book was ‘propaganda’ since the novel failed to incorporate any discussion of the wider social ramifications of immigration. I disagreed. While an academic social-political study should seek balance, that is not the job of a novelist. The novel as an art form is fundamentally focused on individuals. War and Peace is an acknowledged attempt to understand the processes of history (there is a section of about fifty pages that considers this) but fundamentally it is a story focused around a small (relatively, compared with the length of the book) cast of characters. Sartre's Roads to Freedom trilogy is also focused on individuals. Moby-Dick is fundamentally about Captain Ahab, despite the chapters on whales. Many novels seek to develop social, political, or moral themes but they do so by telling individual stories . I don't believe the failure to provide 'balance' is a relevant or legitimate criticism of any novel. 

Furthermore, this novel resolutely refuses to provide any form of closure. You don't know whether Nuri and Afra will be granted leave to remain. Not finishing stories was a hallmark of the book (what happened to the twins?). I assume that this was a stylistic choice of the author and I feel that it might be a metaphor for the transience of relationships developed when fleeing conflict and the fact that on such a journey you will never know what happened to most of the people you encounter. But it also meant that the author was asking questions rather than providing answers and that does seem to be a function of a novel.

There was also a comment that the characters weren’t fully developed. This is true. Generally, I like character and dislike plotline and this book has a strong narrative thread and a lot of the characterisation is left to the reader. I think this is a stylistic feature and a strength of the book. This author specialises in hinting rather than expounding. Nevertheless, there is clear psychological character development within the narrative, and I felt this was a strength of the book.

My only point of comparison is with American Dirt by Jeanine Cummins which is a meticulously researched thriller. The BoA is equally well researched but gentler. You know from the start that they will reach the end of their journey, that they will survive physically. This book is more psychological, about understanding the damage caused to them by their experiences. That made it even better.

Selected quotes:
  • "I am scared of my wife's eyes. She can’t see out and no one can see in. Look, they are like stones, grey stones, sea stones. Look at her. Look how she is sitting on the edge of the bed, her nightgown on the floor, rolling Mohammed’s marble around in her fingers and waiting for me to dress her. I am taking my time putting on my shirt and trousers, because I am so tired of dressing her. Look at the folds of her stomach, the colour of desert honey, darker in the creases, and the fine, fine silver lines on the skin of her breasts, and the tips of her fingers with the tiny cuts, where the ridges and valley patterns once were stained with blue or yellow or red paint. Her laughter was gold once, you would have seen as well as heard it. Look at her, because I think she is disappearing." (First paragraph)
  • "She cried like a child, laughed like bells ringing, and her smile was the most beautiful I’ve ever seen." (Ch 1)
  • "But in Syria there is a saying: inside the person you know, there is a person you do not know." (Ch 1) A foreshadowing of the theme of the book.
  • "She won’t live very long like this – she’s been banished from her colony because she has no wings." (Ch 2) The crippled bee symbolises exiles.
  • "O Allah keep me alive as long as is good for me, and when death is better for me, take me." (Ch 2)
  • "People are not like bees. We do not work together, we have no real sense of a greater good" (Ch 3)
  • "I don’t like their queues, their order, their neat little gardens and neat little porches and their bay windows that glow at night with the flickering of their TVs. It all reminds me that these people have never seen war." (Ch 6)
  • "the right side of the picture was left without colour. Strangely this reminded me of the white crumbling streets once the war came. The way the colour was washed out of everything. The way the flowers died." (Ch 8)
  • "and I can’t go back. I am a dead. I want to leave from here. I want to find work. But nobody want me." (Ch 9)
  • "I thought about Sami. First his smile. Then the moment the light fell from his eyes and they turned to glass." (Ch 9)
  • "I look at her eyes, so full of fear and questions and longing, and I had thought it was her who was lost, that Afra was the one stuck in the dark places of her mind." (Ch 12)
  • "And there we both stand, battered by life, two men, brothers, finally reunited in a world that is not our home." (Ch 14)
  • "Sometimes we create such powerful illusions, so that we do not get lost in the darkness." (Ch 14)

A delightful book, full of compassion, yet at the same time with a strong story. September 2023


This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God


Question I was left to ponder:
Do all novels focus on individuals. Are there examples of those that don't?

Saturday, 4 December 2021

"The Last Gift" by Abdulrazak Gurnah

An elegiac portrait of a foundation-less family written by the 2021 winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature. 

The book opens with Abbas having some sort of seizure and being cared for by his wife, Maryam. As his illness progresses we learn about his early life growing up in Africa and how he comes to be living in Norwich; we learn of Maryam's life, born a foundling, and we also find out about the lives of their now-geown-up children Hanna and Jamal. And we start to discover answers to the two great mysteries: why Abbas left Africa and why Maryam fled from her Vijay and Ferooz.

The book is written in the third-person, head-hopping between the PoV of the four members of the family. There are times when it seems to meander, with long paragraphs, but this is life in all its messiness, not neatly tied up like a novel, and its purpose is to make you understand this family.

But it is structured. The big revelation from Abbas comes almost exactly at the half-way mark.

Selected quotes:

  • "The longer he lived, the nearer his childhood drew to him, and it seemed less and less like a distant fantasy of someone else's life." (C 1)
  • "That was the thing about growing old together, you shuffled and made space and learned to be comfortable with each other, if you were lucky." (C 1)
  • "Is this what parents do, she wondered, study their children as they turn into men and women they learn to grow cautious of?" (C 1)
  • "Ba's silences were sometimes dark and his solitariness has a feeling of menace, as if he had gone somewhere where it would not be pleasant to meet him." (C 1)
  • "Allah karim, he said is any of their neighbours asked to borrow money for some emergency. God is generous. Ask him for a loan, not me." (C 1)
  • "Perhaps it was like that for many people, ducking and weaving through life, wincing as glancing blows landed now and then and putting up a ragged rearguard against a strengthening adversary." (C 1)
  • "How their teachers loved that deep submissive silence. But they could not make that silence endure. They could not quite keep the children in check. Something always happened, some small insurrection, irrepressible laughter, an undaunted boy whose cheek could not be suppressed." (C 1)
  • "For millions of people, moving is a moment of ruin and failure, a defeat that is no longer avoidable, a desperate flight, going from bad to worse, from home to homelessness, from citizen to refugee, from living a tolerable or even contented life to vile horror." (C 2)
  • "Perhaps that was what happened to everyone, and they all learned to swallow what hurt they felt as their children tired of them." (C 2)
  • "The paintwork was peeling and its beams and bannisters leaned slightly from age and fatigue. Its dereliction was malign, watchful, accusing." (C 2)
  • "There was a library, with hundreds of books he could take home to read if he wished. It was like all his schooling until then had taken place in a small room, a small empty shut-away room. Then someone had opened the door and he found out that the room was a tiny cell in a huge building." (C 2)
  • "She thought that in times of trouble Beverley would be a denouncer." (C 3)
  • "Who did it belong to, the flat cap? To the working man or to the landed gentry? He had seen pictures of it on both their heads." (C 3)
  • "There were people who just knew how to do that, just take what they wanted, or at least take what they could." (C 4)
  • "I am still here, like a tiresome guest in my own life." (C 5)
  • "Madness is a cataclysm, an act of nature whose meaning is explicable only to itself, because it serves neither human nor divine purpose." (C 5)

A very readable book with moments of wisdom as Gurnah reflects on rootlessness and family life in beautiful and elegant prose.

December 2021; 279 pages


This review was written by

the author of Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God

Books by Nobel Laureates reviewed in this blog:

Abdulrazak Gumah (2021)
Gabriel Garcia Marquez (1992)
Chronicle of a Death Foretold
Saul Bellow (1976)
The Victim
Heinrich Boll (1972)
The Train was on Time
Samuel Beckett (1969)
John Steinbeck (1962)
Albert Camus (1957)
William Faulkner (1949)
Andre Gide (1947)
Hermann Hesse (1946)
Thomas Mann (1929)
Death in Venice