SPOILER ALERT…….
There is something seductive about this book. It is not just the poetry of the books poet Nur, his absolute and pure love for his cousin Soraya which drives his every word and thought and which continues to move and inspire him even when these are all he can move, but more, for this is a book which starts very slowly then you suddenly find yourself immersed into its very real sense of story, of time, of place. The differences between Mahmoud’s two wives, younger second wife Nabilah, personifying the modern and older first Waheeba, the traditional, Egypt and the Sudan, Mahmoud’s courting of the young British bank manager and his wife to ensure business expansion loans to take the family business forward into the new Independent Sudan whilst continuing to run his family along very traditional lines.
Everywhere in this book there are balancing acts, Nur’s love and Soraya’s reputation, Nassir’s worthlessness and his brotherly love, the goodness of his brother Ustaz Badr, Arabic school teacher, private tutor, husband, father and his bad cousin Shukry. I have a lasting image of him his new daughter in one arm, his increasingly senile father to whom he owes everything he is, on the other arm,, as they quite literally teeter up the stairs to their new apartment, his heart a mix of joy and sadness, his duty making him miss out on his wish of seeing the look on the face of his wife as she first enters their dream apartment.
All the balances are tipped one way of the other by both the big and the small, by certain events, actions, or personal changes eg Nur’s accident, Ustaz Badr’s wrongful arrest, Waheeba’s circumcism of Nabilah’s daughter, Soraya getting permission to wear spectacles, Mahmoud’s eventual acceptance that Nur’s poetry should be popularised in radio songs, Nabilah seeing a different Soraya when she comes as a newly married woman to call on her in Cairo, Nur’s realisation that he would not have been the best husband for Soraya. Minor and major tipping points dotted randomly through the story alongside the changes happening to the Sudan itself as it breaks free from colonial rule, from Egyptian influence, and sets up its new government to stride forth in the world as a modern independent country just as Soraya does as a modern educated woman with modern, educated husband.
I should add the book’s slow start may be a reflection more of my recent thriller reads than anything else. I thought there were some very fine passages in this book: her depiction of Nur’s situation and his frustration, despair, hopes and aspirations is not surprisingly very convincing and very moving portrayed as his story is based on that of her father’s cousin Sudan’s poet Hassan Awad Aboulela. (The author writes about this inspiration here) ; but also Badr’s faith especially its manifestation as he worships in the mosque as he senses himself in the spiritual world with the angels alongside the real world of the stuttering iman and feels revived, renewed and elated. I just loved the mix of emotion present as Badr’s old father won’t let go of hugging the donkey before entering the new flat – him and us realizing that this is probably his last contact with nature, his last day outside, that he will enter the new flat and never again come out..
Every one of the characters in Lyrics Alley is made real for the reader and in that sense it is a lovely family saga where everyone has their part to play in making up the tapestry which is the Abuzeid household, which is Sudan. .
A thoroughly recommended read.