“The blood of the setting sun suddenly spilled out on the western horizon like that of millions of people who have died in some violent war that has broken out between Earth and Heaven.” This is a beautifully written and beautifully translated Arabic-language novel from an Egyptian writer in the 1960s. Our narrator has recently returned to his home village in somewhat rural Egypt and is trying to become more and more accustomed to life there. He’s spent the last some years away in England […]
They were not angry: they said such things to each other as they laughed
Season of Migration to the North by Tayeb Salih