This Week’s Sobering Tally
A flowless Mediterranean this morning, azure and marble like. A swim, I am sure I will replay in my mind for months to come. The
A flowless Mediterranean this morning, azure and marble like. A swim, I am sure I will replay in my mind for months to come. The
I am away from Beirut, again. A month of solitude and repose, summer friends and reads, early morning writing and walks, afternoon research when the
I visited Lebanon four times during its 15-year civil war. The longest I stayed was a month in 1980, the shortest a week in 1984.
What to write about This Arab Life this week, when I am far away from it if only for a little while?
Write in situ,
“Disorder remained the fate of many nations that had been insufficiently or too fervidly imagined,” wrote Pankaj Mishra in The Age of Anger.
And so, disorder
You will remember, perhaps, that incident in 2016, when the French police asked a Burkinied (add this nifty new word to your dictionary) woman on
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