Archive for May, 2009

Sugar Street by Naguib Mahfouz

I finished Sugar Street by Naguib Mahfouz in March and wrote the first draft of this review shortly after. Somehow I never got around to polishing and posting the final version, though. The file kept staring at me from my desktop every time I switched my computer on, annoying me but also making me realize that I do still want to blog about the book. In an attempt to clean up my growing to-do list somewhat and to get rid of this ‘demon’, I decided to finally post the review. Actually, re-reading the draft just now, I didn’t find there was a lot of revising to do, below is pretty much the draft as it was. Which makes me wonder even more: Why did I postpone posting this so long? Ah, the wonders of procrastination….

Warning: If you plan to read the first two books in the trilogy, Palace Walk and Palace of Desire any time soon, you might want to skip this review. I will do my very best to make it spoiler-free, but it might contain hints as to things that happened in the previous two books. It is very difficult to talk about these books without at least hinting to some events or storylines from other parts of the series.

This third book in the Cairo Trilogy was indeed the first book I read after I came back from Holland, as I predicted it would be. Though I did enjoy it and the book is by no means bad, I found Sugar Street to be the weakest of the three books by far. Which, I emphasize, is not to say that it is a bad book. Neither did I feel that this third part was a disappointment after reading two excellent books. It was good, just not as good as Palace Walk and Palace of Desire. But since the three books don’t stand alone and really need to be read together and in order, once you’ve read and liked the first two, you’ll read Sugar Street as well anyway, I suppose.

I think there are two reasons for Sugar Street being the weakest (in my opinion at least) of the three books. First, Mahfouz covers much more time, almost ten years, in fewer pages than he did in the first two books. The second reason is that there is lots of discussing Egyptian politics in the story, which not so much distracted me, as didn’t really push the story forward.

Sugar Street picks up seven years after the end of Palace of Desire, in 1934. Yasin is still happily married to his third wife, who has become respected and more or less accepted by the rest of the family. Kamal has remained unmarried and he has turned into an introverted recluse – I would say one who is not very good at expressing or dealing with his emotions. He has become a teacher of English and writes articles about philosophy for a somewhat obscure magazine. Khadija and her family are doing well, her two sons now teenagers, about to start university. Aisha has become a physical and emotional wreck after the death of her two sons and husband. All she has left is her beautiful, vain and not too bright (or so it seemed to me) daughter Naima. Mother Amina and father Ahmad have grown older. Ahmad and his three life-long friends have had to give up his life of parties, drinking and women because of health reasons. The four friends now meet in the evenings to drink tea together and Ahmad returns home early, long before midnight.

A new generation in the form of Naima, Yasin’s two children and Khadija’s two sons has been added to the story, with a lot of the storyline focusing on them growing up and finding their place in life. This does not always go according to the plan their parents had in mind: one of them turns into a staunch religious man, one into a socialist who marries a woman several years older than he and from a different social class, and one doesn’t want to get married at all, because he is gay. Throw in a few more family tragedies and you have enough to fill a book. Like Palace Walk and Palace of Desire, Sugar Street ends with death as well.

Sugar Street has a feeling of demise, of old ways dying. This is very obviously (more so than in the previous two books) the history of a conservative family trying to survive in a changing and modernizing world – remember, the book is roughly set in the years 1934-1944. Ultimately the family fails in this, as is obvious from the choices the youngest generation makes.

As I mentioned above, despite this being the weakest book of the three, I still enjoyed it immensely and the Cairo Trilogy firmly stays in my top ten of most favorite books. Fortunately, I have more books from Naguib Mahfouz to look forward to, as I found another one of those beautiful Everyman’s Library editions of his work when I was in Holland a few weeks ago. This volume contains Mahfouz’ three novels of ancient Egypt: Khufo’s Wisdom, Rhadopis of Nubia and Thebes at War.

On a related note: I recently started following a blog called Gender Across Borders. A few days ago it had a blogpost about feminism in early 20th century Egypt, roughly the time of The Cairo Trilogy.

My reviews of Palace Walk and Palace of Desire are here and here.

51 Stories recently read and reviewed the Cairo Trilogy as well. Her blogposts are here and here.

If you read Sugar Street or any of the other two books in the trilogy, leave a comment with a link to your review and I’ll add it to the post.

A furry intermezzo

To keep you entertained while I am busy doing other things, here are some recent pictures of my furry kids being extremely helpful while I’m changing the sheets. Oh well, the bed is their favorite spot…

Ultracute cats

Cute cats

Tbilisi Bookloot

Finally, here are the books I brought back with me from Tbilisi. I bought them all at Prospero’s Books, a bookstore/cafe that specializes in English books and it’s considered the best place for English language books in the Caucasus region (it certainly beats anything we have in Yerevan). It is located on a small courtyard right off busy Rustaveli Avenue, Tbilisi’s main street. Though the shop is small, its collection is excellent. Lots of books on the Caucasus region and its history and politics, a nice collection of Georgian fiction translated into English and a small but very interesting collection of English fiction, both contemporary and classic. Add to that an extremely friendly and helpful staff and excellent coffee and pies in the cafe. The only disadvantage is that the book prices are more or less the same as in Holland. The English language books available in Yerevan are also (even more) expensive, I guess that has to do with including costs transportation and customs duties. Any time I’m in Tbilisi I’ll make sure to include a visit to Prospero’s Books.

The books, then. In the end I limited myself to “only” seven, but I could easily have added many more.
Tbilisi Bookloot

The Winter Queen by Boris Akunin. The first in the Fandorin-mysteries. I have long wanted to read Akunin’s books, so off with me to Yerevan it went.

Bel Canto by Ann Patchett. I have Run on my shelves (unread, though) and I have heard many good things about Bel Canto as well, so this was an easy decision.

A Haunted House – The Complete Shorter Fiction by Virginia Woolf. I have only read The Waves, which was not a success, but I know now that it was also not the best choice to start reading Woolf. I have Mrs Dalloway, A Room of One’s Own, To the Lighthouse and now this one on my TBR-pile. I do want to give Woolf a fair chance!

O Pioneers! by Willa Cather. She is a writer I learned about from other book bloggers, before I had never heard of her. Such a slim volume for an equally slim price could not be left behind.

The same goes for The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories by Charlotte Perkins Gilman.

The Knowledge Based Economy in Central and Eastern Europe received the reaction “Do you read this as bedtime reading?!?” from one of the people at the seminar. Not as bedtime reading, but I do read this for fun, yes. It is mostly about Central-Europe, but I think that it’ll be relevant for my part of the region as well.

The State of Law in the South Caucasus is another book that I will read for fun. I have a law degree after all. I already read some parts of it will enjoying my coffee at Prospero’s and it looks right up my alley: Caucasus, law, some human rights thrown in. There was no way I’d leave this book in the shop.

Rafik Schami’s The Dark Side of Love translated into English

Probably my favorite fiction read of last year was Syrian author Rafik Schami’s The Dark Side of Love. At the time it hadn’t been published in English yet, but apparently it is now out in English. The Guardian carries a very positive review todayI’m not going to do any more gushing here, I did enough of that already in my review of the book.

The Guardian’s review is here.

My own review of The Dark Side of Love is here.

The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck

This is the book I was reading for the Global Voices Challenge, but I only finished it last Saturday. This 360 page book took me more than a month to read. Need I say anything else about how little I am reading these days? I hardly even manage my one short story per day. I was reading Alice Munro’s Selected Stories, but this week I realized that book isn’t working for me in the mornings anymore. So I took up The Complete Winnie-the-Pooh as short stories I can deal with in the mornings.

I received The Good Earth from Natasha at Maw Book Blog as a prize in her Darfur blogging campaign last year. The setting of the book, turn-of-the-twentieth-century China, is somewhat outside my usual reading zone and I am not sure I would ever have bought the book otherwise. But having finished it, I am glad I read The Good Earth. It took me a while to get into the story, mostly because I had to get used to Buck’s writing style. Buck writes in a simple, straight-forward style, without judging the characters or the culture, which I found very appealing once I got used to it. I raced through the middle part, but then my reading time went down, so it took a while to get through the last third of the book. Probably because of this, I found the last part somewhat harder to get through.

The story follows Chinese farmer Wang Lung from his wedding day almost until his death some 45 years later. At the start of the book, Wang Lung is a poor farmer going to pick up his bride O-lan, whom he has never met before and who works as a slave in the house of the Hwang family. The Hwang family is the richest family in the town and as such they inhabit by far the largest house of the town, a house with a large gate and many courtyards.

We follow Wang Lung and O-lan through their initial years of poverty and their later years of prosperity, when Wang Lung becomes a successful farmer who is even able to buy land from the Hwang family, whose fortunes by that time have gone down, until Wang Lung’s final years when he is living in the same house where the Hwangs used to live and from where he once, long ago collected his bride. This interconnection between the fates of the two families is one of the recurring themes throughout the book.

Another theme, and one that made me reflect and that I am not sure how I feel about, is the way women were treated in China at the beginning of the twentieth century and particularly the way Wang Lung thought about his own wife O-lan, or rather didn’t think much about her until long after her death. It is only then, that Wang Lung begins to think about O-lan and about the place she had in his life. During her life, he doesn’t care for her, takes her for granted. O-lan’s only role is to bear her husband sons, work alongside him on the fields, to prepare his food and keep the house clean. I found the descriptions of O-lan giving birth to her children very poignant. Giving birth is just something to do ‘on the side’, an annoying interruption of everyday work. I felt sorry for O-lan, but also respect. In the end she was the most memorable character in the book for me.

I didn’t really know what to feel for Wang Lung, he is essentially not a bad guy trying to provide for his family. HE has to deal with his family, his workers and his relatives within the limits set by his culture. No matter how much he dislikes his uncle and his family because they are living off his wealth and threatening him, he cannot kick them out because one has to show respect to relatives of an older generation.

On the other hand, I found Wang Lung also annoying and dislikable especially in the way he treats his wife and also his sons. He doesn’t really know anything about them or show any interest in who the other members of his family actually are, their personalities, their likes and dislikes (the only exception being his mentally disabled eldest daughter, whom he calls ‘the little fool’ and about whom he obviously does care). If he finds out anything about the members of his family, their ideas or their wishes for their future, it is almost as if by accident. Despite being basically a decent guy, especially in the beginning of the novel, Wang Lung also has a very selfish streak in his character, for example when Wang Lung buys himself a concubine, who comes to live in the same house. The connection between Wang Lung growing prosperity and his straying from his culture’s values is obvious.

Despite my somewhat lukewarm response to the book (which does seem to change the more I think about the story), I know that The Good Earth is a book that will stay with me for some time, giving me lots to think about. I am sorry if this review comes across as slightly unstructured and unpolished. There are some things I mentioned that I would like to expand on, but I also feel I am not done thinking about the book yet.

You can find other reviews of The Good Earth here:

Laura at Musings
Heather at Age 30+ … A Lifetime of Books
Wendy at Caribousmom
Nat at In Spring it is the Dawn
Lesley at Lesley’s Book Nook
Lotus reads
Julie at 5-Squared
Jen at 5-Squared
Amanda at 5-Squared
Pam at Pam’s Perspective
Rebecca at Rebecca Reads

If you reviewed this book on your blog as well, leave a comment with the link to your review in the comments.

On a sidenote: I’m still going to post about my trip to Tbilisi, but I wanted to get this review out of the way first, because I have a huge backload of almost finished drafts that I do not want to add to. I’m still busy sorting through my 300 or so pictures and I haven’t found the one with my bookloot yet. You read that right: 300 pics, mostly of the seminar I attended and most of those are of flipcharts and presentations to help me write the report of the seminar. Bear with me…


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