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Loading... By the Sea (original 2001; edition 2001)by Abdulrazak Gurnah (Author)14. By the Sea by Abdulrazak Gurnah published: 2001 format: 245-page paperback acquired: 2009 read: Feb 11-20 time reading: 11:09, 2.7 mpp rating: 4 genre/style: contemporary fiction theme: TBR locations: England and Zanzibar about the author: born 1948 in the Sultanate of Zanzibar. Fled to England after the Zanzibar Revolution in 1968. Now a retired professor of English and postcolonial literature at the University of Kent. This is my third novel by Gurnah, and I certainly now see patterns. Each book has covered a different era in Tanzania, but this is a sort of hidden feature. We learn about this part of the world, but it's never the focus of the book. Gurnah writes about characters and interactions, within the context of this world of Zanzibar and its surrounds. He loves the complicated financial dealings: trading, borrowing, taking risks, the calculations, patience and impatience, the tensions and emotions. And he loves just spending time, wasting time, enjoying wasting time. His novels always make room to sit and enjoy the moment. And the overarching trend is the graceful kindnesses amidst his story tensions. Even when bad characters are doing bad things, intentionally, and they still yet have this cultural overlay, a kind of banter and caring, and it humanizes them in such unexpected ways...in such ways we just don't see in our own lives, but we could. This is supposed to be a book review. This novel is about an intellectual in England, Latif Mahmud, who confronts a recently arrived refugee from his home country, a refugee using his father's name. The old man he finds, a kindly weak old man, brings him some of his own history, much unpleasant. They meet, they confront, they share tea, and bards, and they tell stories. It's really a beautiful book. And the reader, thinking about these men and their stories, happens to see a window into Tanzania just before and then after independence, a brutal independence. --- I copied down some quotes. I want to look forward, but I always find myself looking back, poking about in times so long ago and so diminished by other events since then, tyrant events which loom large over me and dictate every ordinary action. Yet when I look back, I find some objects still gleam with a bright malevolence and every memory draws blood. It’s a dower place, the land of memory, a dim gutted warehouse with rotted planks and rusted ladders where you sometimes spend time rifling through abandoned goods. ---- Oh, I so relished these pointless little exchanges, these little sallies and dances, a small feint here and the subtlest gesture there. Not satisfied with my pointless and valueless life, I still want to relish its gigantic pointlessness ---- Latif to the old man: "I think I imagined you as a kind of relic, a metaphor of my nativity, and that I would come and examine you while you sat still and dissembling, fuming ineffectually like a jinn raised from infernal depths. Do you mind my talking like this?" ---- Little could be done to lighten those sins, I needed to be shriven of the burden of events and stories which I have never been able to tell, and which by telling would fulfil the craving I feel to be listened to with understanding. ---- The old man to Latif: "Anyway, you talk too much about words like honour and courtesy and forgiveness. They mean nothing, just words. The most we can expect is a little kindness, I think, if we are in luck. I mean, that is what I think. The big words are just part of a language of duplicity to disguise the nothingness of our lives." ---- 2023 https://www.librarything.com/topic/348551#8076709 Gurnah won the 2021 Nobel Prize for literature. I requested this book from the library when the winner was announced, and it finally came! I had not heard of Gurnah before the prize was announced--even though he writes in English and lives in England. This book though, wow. Probably 4.5 stars? I found the very last explanation to be a bit dull, when it could have been big and angry and bitter. The novel is very slow, as two men--one 65 is old enough to be the other's father--explains why he is using the name of the other's father. How he came to be requesting asylum at age 65. The younger man made it to London before age 20 and never contacted his family back in their country of origin (Tanzania, specifically Zanzibar). No spoilers! A man flees his home country to escape persecution. Another one fled years earlier. And then Fate puts them together - twice - once back home on Zanzibar, and now in England. That's the main premise of this short novel - but behind the almost mundane story of refugees and finding one's home, Gurnah manages to tell a story of Zanzibar and a story about the power of memories and perceptions. Zanzibar is not a locality most people will be familiar with - I suspect the name will be familiar but other from that, it is usually just one of those places that you never think about. The part of this novel which take place there paint a picture which will stay with me for a long time (and which made me wonder again what were the Omanis doing there at all) and which may be better than almost any history text you can find about these times. But it is also a personal story - we see the island through the eyes of the two men - both of which fled the island, each for their own reason and yet, they both made the decision to do it. And if it is not enough to remind you about the power of telling a story, the dependence of a narrator when you are told a story, Gurnah reinforces us by having the two men remember the same times and places... and remember them differently. Even if you add them up, you still seem to miss pieces of the puzzle - and that's what this is all about - every story has a lot of sides and when we live through a time, we get one side only. And that duality and difference is there in everything - in how the two men became refugees, in how they adapted to the changes, in how they keep their memories for home (and what they actually want to keep), even in who they meet when they went away from Zanzibar. It is like one of those carnival mirrors - it seems like it is the same story but in reality, it is 2 different stories - in a sea of separate stories. Being a refugee is not a story in itself; it is part of one's story, changing with the particulars of the individual. And yes, there are the mundane parts of the stories of both men - the stolen box, the German pen-friend, the room in the squalid house - the mundane is as much part of being human as is the exotic and interesting after all. There had been a lot of books in the last years about refugees and memories of home and finding your place in a new country. This is one of the more memorable ones I've read - even if being a refugee is at the front of the story, it is just part of it, almost getting lost behind the story about what a person tells themselves about their own life. That is the first novel by Gurnah which I read and I probably would not have picked it up if he had not won the Nobel prize - there are a lot of authors out there and he was not exactly popular (the day the Nobel was announced, my local library had a single copy of a single book by him (this one, the copy I read after waiting for it since the announcement - quite a lot of people beat me to requesting it that day...; the library had added quite a few more since then). I plan to explore what else he had written now - because regardless of how I got to read this novel, I really liked his way of writing. I am generally a bit tired of immigration novels, but this is a stand apart piece of writing. Gurnah weaves a complex story with a very male perspective. In this case it made sense as the two main protagonists come from Zanzibar, a Muslim, male dominated culture. Two families lives become intertwined as the spiderweb of connections and history is revealed and unraveled. The two men's lives take them all over Europe and the Middle East. The reader is frequently fed new and surprising tidbits of family history which is as complex as their travels. The main themes include: colonialism, oppression, life in a land changing regimes frequently, immigration and its ugly side. Is it luck and occasional kindness which redeem one's life? Is it destiny? Why are humans capable of such denigration of one another? Lots of food for thought in this novel. An outstanding read! This was a clever and engaging story. Well-written (beautifully poetic and evocative) and full of on-point psychological insights about two men who meet in England and who have pasts in Zanzibar that connect them. And as most books I enjoy, this one weaves in historical events. I look forward to reading more from this author. This is an expertly crafted novel. Two men – one a furnituremaker, business- and family man, the other a poet and professor – find themselves refugees in England and as they tell the story of their lives, a compelling tale emerges. Though they're in a cold and bleak environment in England, the backdrop to their stories is the warm east coast of Africa in Zanzibar – where traders descend seasonally with the musim winds, bringing perfumes, spices and exotic pieces of furniture. The tales hark back to the oral storytelling tradition, and captivate one from the first pages that draw you in with the masterful storytelling and hold you in its grip, until the final pages as the story draws to a close. Most intriguing is the brilliant intertwining of events and the effect it has on each of the men and their families as well as the greater society. The stories tell of realised dreams, friendships forged, love found, passion, seduction, deception, disillusionment and ultimately the unexpected displacement of individuals in a bid to survive. Gurnah's writing is absorbing and profound. Highly recommended. |
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Zanzibar is not a locality most people will be familiar with - I suspect the name will be familiar but other from that, it is usually just one of those places that you never think about. The part of this novel which take place there paint a picture which will stay with me for a long time (and which made me wonder again what were the Omanis doing there at all) and which may be better than almost any history text you can find about these times. But it is also a personal story - we see the island through the eyes of the two men - both of which fled the island, each for their own reason and yet, they both made the decision to do it. And if it is not enough to remind you about the power of telling a story, the dependence of a narrator when you are told a story, Gurnah reinforces us by having the two men remember the same times and places... and remember them differently. Even if you add them up, you still seem to miss pieces of the puzzle - and that's what this is all about - every story has a lot of sides and when we live through a time, we get one side only.
And that duality and difference is there in everything - in how the two men became refugees, in how they adapted to the changes, in how they keep their memories for home (and what they actually want to keep), even in who they meet when they went away from Zanzibar. It is like one of those carnival mirrors - it seems like it is the same story but in reality, it is 2 different stories - in a sea of separate stories. Being a refugee is not a story in itself; it is part of one's story, changing with the particulars of the individual. And yes, there are the mundane parts of the stories of both men - the stolen box, the German pen-friend, the room in the squalid house - the mundane is as much part of being human as is the exotic and interesting after all.
There had been a lot of books in the last years about refugees and memories of home and finding your place in a new country. This is one of the more memorable ones I've read - even if being a refugee is at the front of the story, it is just part of it, almost getting lost behind the story about what a person tells themselves about their own life.
That is the first novel by Gurnah which I read and I probably would not have picked it up if he had not won the Nobel prize - there are a lot of authors out there and he was not exactly popular (the day the Nobel was announced, my local library had a single copy of a single book by him (this one, the copy I read after waiting for it since the announcement - quite a lot of people beat me to requesting it that day...; the library had added quite a few more since then). I plan to explore what else he had written now - because regardless of how I got to read this novel, I really liked his way of writing. ( )