Monday 22 February 2010

Chick-lit in the Middle East

I do not have too many clear ideas what people from Saudi Arabia are able to read, excepting the literature accepted by the religious authorities. When it is not always possible to travel directly in all the countries I would like to, being so deprived with a direct contact with places and people, I am always looking for alternative ways of "reading" these countries. Internet is a good medium, as there are a couple of blogs from the Middle East I could have some second hand understanding. Or movies. Or some translated books.
In the case of Banat al-Ryadh, I found not only a book about Saudi Arabia, but also one wrote by a woman. About the life of four young girls from Ryadh. As I predicted from the very beginning, a bit of public diplomacy and PR is present, but not as an obvious propaganda. For example, the fact that young people from Saudi Arabia are often travelling, are familiar with the Western/American culture parts of the worlds they are working or going often for schools. They are fluent in English and even marry Christian women (but a Muslim woman cannot marry a Christian man). In this case, no reason to consider them terrorists or wrongdoers.
The book - addressing issues as premarital relationships, the game of playing with religious restrictions, the dating, arranged marriages, the restrictions suffered by women - was initially forbidden in Saudi Arabia. But later on, published with a cover signed by the writer and governmental official Dr. Ghazi al-Gosaibi.
I will not do any kind of literary analysis of the book. Nothing too sophisticated or created according to my English translation. From other reviews I understood that the language is interesting equally, as a mix between English, and local Arabic. Some aspects related to the daily dating, with long conversations and a kind of non-physical sensuality remainded me of the old Arabic poetry I've read. Of course, now you have the most sophisticated cell phones the rich boys - and in this book most part of the characters are belonging to the so-called "velvet society" - are buying for their fiancees. But, these high-tech pros spending hours in chatrooms - men and women alike - they are still accepting that women put only their fingerprints on the marriage contracts, could consider homosexuality a hormonal disease, to not allow women to do directly businesses or give no chances to divorced women. Or, as in probably all Muslim societies, are trying to escape the surveillance of the "Commission for the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice" - the religious police. But, as everywhere, women are preoccupied with the astrological maps or the interpretation of dreams or are focusing their efforts to get married as soon as possible. With the difference that, in comparison with our Western customs, as a woman, not getting married, or getting divorced could dicrease the chances of marital success of the other women from the family. Or, if you are a shi'a, you rather will be considered "impure".
The mapping of the Middle East was intersting from my point of view: Lebanon is considered as a kind of enlighted place - the best books are bought from there, women are doing there "reconstructive surgery", not cosmetic that are not allowed by Islam. Dubai is the hot spot for business, for women as well. The music and arts - as theatre - is represented by famous Egyptians.
It is a literary effort for making a country well known and understood. I will always believe that the "normality" means a society where men and women are able to freely chose their own life and future.

Rouge

I've read for the first time about the movie Red Sorghum in some old reviews in the French media from the end of the 80s. The expression of a long time cultural and - as it was the case in the 60s - political as well fascination on the axis Paris-Peking/Beijing. The narrative have to do with some political symbols - the life of a young woman - from the Chinese Eastern province of Shandong, during the second Sino-Japanese war. The story is narrated from the point of view of the protagonist's grandson.
Since I've read about by now I really wanted to see this movie. I was not able to think about images, and was focused only on the story in itself. Now, after I saw it I could say that I was extremely impressed about the power of the images, but found the narrative completely irrelevant. Sometimes even ridiculous - like, for example, when the Chinese peasants are attacking the Japanese trucks with homemade wine "grenades". The cruelty of the scenes describing the confrontation between the Japanese military and the Chinese peasants is testimony - beyond of some realities of the time - not only of the Cold War, but of the old, present and future rivalries from the Asian continent.
But, again, the images. Long focus on the windy sorghum fields. The close-ups of the red wine poured into cups. The red sky with, again, the leaves of sorghum in the wind. Only to have these images, and it was enough to make a movie out of it. And, just realized another French-Chinese connection: between the force of these natural images on the run and the description of nature from Sartre's La Nausée.

Thursday 18 February 2010

"I am an atheist"

One of the most frequent topics encountered in my recent intensive online conversations regarded religion. I didn't wanted to ask, as in the case of many of those I was speaking to, it is more or less obvious. But, when asked, my answer was very sincere: "I am an atheist". And, as predicted and as I am used to, the feedback was varying from condescendent words to refuse to continue talking - argument "my religion is forbidding me to talk with somebody like you" (here it is, of course, my fault, as my IQ might forbid me to spend my neuronal connections talking with various kind of ...let's say people with a high degree of intolerance).

World of lonely people

You cannot see or recognize them on the street. Many of them are looking happy or sad or unhappy or are smiling or not. How stupid! How could they look different in fact? Is loneliness a malady?

In fact, it is not about loneliness at all. Or being alone. Not even single. But about the inability to share something, to communicate with the others. Some do not have about what to talk. Others do not know how to do it. And, probably, there are other situations too.
And, if the answer at my stupid - pretented to be rhetoric - previous question at the end of the first paragraph is, naturally "not", a short experience in the world of chatrooms and social networking site might make you think in a very different way. Icq or facebook or the dating sites of various kinds are full of various kind of single, less single, in relationship, married, career-oriented etc. men and women looking for whatever "hot" sensations they could get. The same on the sites designed to offer various professional opportunities - no LinkedIn yet, or maybe I was not yet at the right moment there. Plus: political frustrations of various kinds - what about being in a dating chat room and addressed with issues related to the Middle East, with a very serious and passionate emphasis?
By far, the most sincere conversation I ever had in these chatrooms was the following one:
He: hi, how are you?
Me: fine, thank you, what about you?
He: not so good, I am sick?
Me:?
He: I have schizophrenia
Me: Sorry to hear this...
He: Yes, for a couple of years already. Is not easy.
Me: Yes, I know...
He: I have to take medicine all the time, drop school, I am staying most part of the time home, trying to talk with other people. Very hard. And now, I have to leave, cannot continue the conversation.
(Window closed).

Tuesday 2 February 2010

Talk

Ari Folman, in an older interview for the New York Times, was asked:
"Do you find that talk is...effective in war and diplomacy?". His answer: "Talk don't shoot. Talk".