The Arabian Nights feels like an orientalist’s wet dream. A loose collection of stories from across South and South West Asia, it was first translated from Arabic by the othering gaze of a Frenchman, giving us many of the tropes peddled across literature from eroticised harams to conniving conmen. This re-telling sits in a strange liminal space, written by a Lebanese writer living in London, a collection of 19 tales repackaged for an adult audience. And an Adult audience it is. The women in […]