Beirut in the 1970s is a paradise. Wealthy families ride escalators and fill shopping carts with imported food and luxury products from Paris and New York. Lamia Ziadé, seven years old, dreams of banana splits, American candy, flying on Pan Am Airways, and visiting the local cinema. Considered by the elite the “Paris, Las Vegas or Monaco of the Middle East,” Beirut was in reality a powder keg, waiting for a spark. On April 13, 1975 Lamia and her family returned from lunch in the countryside to find a city in flames. Looking back on the golden days before the war, and its immediate, devastating effects, Bye Bye Babylon positions an elegiac and shocking narrative next to a child’s perspective of the years 1975–79: of consumer icons next to burning buildings, scenes of violence and sparkling new weapons painted in vivid Technicolor—war as pop. It is a unique graphic memoir, and an important visual record of a terrible war.
Lamia Ziadé is a Lebanese author, illustrator and visual artist.
Born in Beirut in 1968 and raised during the Lebanese Civil War, she moved to Paris at 18 to study graphic arts. She then worked as a designer for Jean-Paul Gaultier, exhibited her art in numerous galleries internationally, and went on to publish several illustrated books, including My Port of Beirut, Ma très grande mélancolie arabe which won the Prix France-Liban, Ô nuit, ô mes yeux and Bye bye Babylone.
When the civil war broke out in Lebanon in 1975, Lamia Ziadé, the author, was just a little girl. When the clashes began, Beirut was hustling and bustling with cafes, cinemas, hotels, casinos, cabarets and beaches. The country was ‘the Switzerland of the Middle East’. I loved to see the colorful pictures that the author made of the objects that the little girl associates to those days.
The graphic-novel is mainly an account of the first five years of the war, attempting to explain who were the different factions and politicians involved, the geography of Beirut those days and how little Lamia and her family lived during those years. The description of the shelling in the night are really heartbreaking. At the same time, I think the author choses not to disclose much personal details on those days. The style of scattered images and commentaries mirrors the sense of destruction of the city, its buildings and its people that the author communicates so well.
I wish it was a bit more personal. On the other hand, I find it is powerful that the author managed to put on paper such a painful experience and gave us the opportunity to know those pages of history also through her memories.
Bye Bye Babylon is a graphic novel that shares the story of the author who was 1975 and living in Beirut, Lebanon when war broke out between multiple factions. Unique in its format when compared to other graphic novels, there are sections that are just images and then pages that are primarily text rather than panels including both. This images are raw and organic feeling and alternate between colorless and colorful. The text tells the story through scenes that illustrate the loss of freedom, luxury and then necessity for the people of Beirut. The years 1975-1979 were focused on and then a brief overview of the 1980's is included at the end.
I wanted to like this book. I was intrigued by the artwork and interested to learn more about a story that I had only fragments of information about. Unfortunately, I think that the author was too ambitious in the amount that could be expressed in this format. I ended up feeling overwhelmed by information about the faction leaders, and the different weapons used while wanting more of a narrative about the experience of living through this time. This would be appropriate for high school students, though it would be important to note that they would need a great deal of background knowledge in order to appreciate what they were reading. In addition, there are two images that, though loosely and with no detail, portray women who are clearly nude and on whom a nipple is visible.
I also read another graphic novel about the civil war in Lebanon called A Game for Swallows; To Die, To Leave, To Return, which picked up and told the story from the perspective of two children in 1984. The two together gave me a clearer understanding of the situation and each other, but it would be a lot to expect of students to read both and piece the information together.
Pretty wonderful book outlining the horrors in Beirut in the 70's from the subjective perspective of a lucky little girl, or rather Lamia Ziade's memories from when she was a little girl. Filled with colorful (slightly amateurish, yet very strong) illustrations that help make this book, despite the horrific background of bloody revolution that sets the context of this book, Beautiful!
The similar styles of art and layout reminded me of an American woman's book that I also reviewed called "AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS" by Maira Kalman.
With Kalman's book being a catalogue of her patriotic enthusiasms towards America (amidst the backdrop of wonderfully surreal and trivial America,) and Ziade's book being her catalogue of her enthusiasms amidst the backdrop of revolutionary war-torn Beirut (when she was a little girl.)
Ultimately very different books, but they can provide a nice comparison.
This was a memoir, but it lacked so many personal details. Much of the time it felt like a vague synopsis of the war with one or two added anecdotes and some art. The art style was nice though.
The pop art and sketchbook style complemented each other so much so, that they sparkled on every page. However, the format made it hard to truly connect emotionally with tiny Lamia amidst the suffocating, horrific and disturbingly gruesome faction based war that was going on. Mainly because there was a little and a lot to comprehend at the same time. Lamia doesn’t really delve into emotionally narrating how she felt throughout the events, it’s up to you to get a sense of the the grief and sadness at loosing your entire childhood, through the technicolor or grey images that adorned the pages. Overall, a rather personal illustrated insight into the destruction of Beirut, once beheld for its lavishness, westernness and vivid life. If you want to truly understand the history and gravity behind the events, it’s best to do some background reading because there’s a lot of info dropping (more like picture dropping) about the various, factions, guns and Prime Ministers of that time which might be confusing.
This memoir reminds me of how much I never learned in school. How much I was sheltered from the many layers of revolution which I was taught was so beautiful and brave in the context of the American revolution. This graphic memoir, spares no detail accounting the years lost by a privileged Christian girl. She recalls the sights of apocalyptic horror, the sounds of mortar shells, and the smells of rose water syrup taken with her afternoon snack. It’s this intense mix of the horrors of war witnessed by a child and that of a child trying read comics, chew bazooka gum or chicklets, and play chutes and ladders with her brother. There’s a flavor, in my opinion, that makes me think of the confinement of quarantine. Obviously, Covid quarantine is nothing like living in Beirut in the 70s but that kind of waiting, waking in fear, not knowing when school will resume and passing the time savoring things that you never thought you would miss is jarring for me. Thank you Lamia for sharing this part of your story.
الكتاب رائع، برسومات جميلة، قرأت النسخة العربية منه وكان زاخرا بشتى الألوان والتفاصيل رغم اختصار العبارات فيه، ولكن ربما كنت في انتظار مشاعر أكثر من ذلك كنت قد اقتنيت الكتاب أملا من أن أرى تلك الحرب من خلال عيون طفلة ولكني وجدت نفسي وكأنني أقرأ موجز تلك الحرب، أردت أن أشعر لا من خلال وصف الأشياء بل من خلال وصف المشاعر، أردت قصص الناس هناك كما سمعتهم تلك الطفلة، وللإنصاف كان الكتاب مليئ بالمشاعر ولكن تم تقديم هذه المشاعر من خلال الصور والرسومات لا الكلمات، لكن بالعموم الكتاب رائع، كانت تجربة انغمرت فيها، شعرت بالخوف مرات، وبالحزن كثيرا، لذا أظن أنه ومهما كان رأيي عن الكتاب إلا أنهم مهم وضروري للاطلاع.
En attendant de trouver "Ma très grande mélancolie arabe" de la même autrice.
Beauté du livre, du dessin et du récit. Restitue bien le chaos et la confusion liés à la guerre et à ceux qui la perpétuent, la difficulté de cerner les acteurs (amas de portraits disséminés dans le livre). Vraie définition du roman graphique. Beauté et force du récit personnel. La guerre débute à l'enfance de l'auteur et le livre s'achève en une phrase: la maison de la tante s'effondre sous les bombes et Lamia a 22 ans, guerre sans fin.
I've married into a Lebanese family and so am always excited to learn more about Lebanon. I was thrilled to find this at a Library Book Sale recently. The book is beautiful - lovely, sometimes haunting illustrations. But I found the writing lacking. Much of it read like a list of events, without much actual narrative or story. We got some personal detail in the second half. I just wished there was more life and emotion to this. I felt like the potential was definitely there.
J’ai aimé ce roman graphique mais il y a beaucoup de potentiel non utilisé. L’histoire nous présente les petites et les grandes choses du quotidien perdues, mais l’histoire et la chronologie se morfond dans la narration et je m’y perds historiquement. Je m’attendais a plus en apprendre sur cette guerre. Il reste que ce roman graphique m’a plu!
كتاب خفيف ، حميمي و شاعري جدا ، يتحدث بالروسومات و الشروح السلسة عن طفولة الكاتبة و عن ذكرياتها قبل الحرب و عن أول ٤ سنوات منها قبل رحيلها مع عائلتها إلى فرنسا..........استمعت جدا بروسوماته التي تقاطعت إلى حد كبير مع طفولتي........
كتاب فني رائع كأغلب إصدارات موزون، اختياراتهم لطيفة وإخراجهك للكتب دائمًا في أعلى مستوى. لميا زيادة تكتب عن بيروت الحرب الأهلية، وأظن هذا ما ما كان ينقص تأريخ تلك الفترة، النظرة الشخصية جدًا فيما يخص الحرب نظرة الطفلة لميا للحرب.. رهيب.
Precious first hand chronicles of the events of the 1975 war in Lebanon. The author manages to give the idea of the sectarian chaos that changed Lebanon forever.
Bye Bye Babylon non è solo un romanzo, non è solo una cronaca, non solo un fumetto. Non è solo un racconto autobiografico ma tutto questo insieme, che a quanto pare si riassume nell’espressione graphic journalism.
L’autrice Lamia Ziadé (Beirut, 1968) si è trasferita a Parigi all’età di 19 anni per studiare arte grafica. Fino ad allora ha vissuto a Beirut, nel Libano massacrato dalla guerra per ben quindici anni. Nel libro rivive i ricordi della sua vita da bambina e adolescente e li fonde al contesto tragico in cui avvengono.
La prima cosa che mi ha colpito iniziando a leggere questo innovativo romanzo disegnato è stata l’assenza dei numeri delle pagine. Disorientante prima, entusiasmante poi. Sembra che non debba avere una fine. Pagine scritte si alternano a disegni esplicativi e rappresentativi che mostrano, come in un reportage un po’ caotico, la forma e i colori delle cose e delle persone descritte.
E proprio i disegni sembrano essere i grandi protagonisti nel libro. I colori prevalenti sono il nero e il grigio scuro e, trattandosi delle vicende di una guerra, è facile immaginarne il perché. Spesso poi questi disegni sono come immersi nel fumo, il fumo dei palazzi e delle case che bruciano, il fumo delle sigarette e delle parole, il fumo di un paese in fiamme che lentamente muore.
All’inizio traspare il Libano moderno, i cui supermercati “traboccano degli stessi prodotti da sogno di quelli di New York e Londra”, un Libano che si considera la Parigi, la Las Vegas e la Monaco del Medio Oriente. Ma “poi, d’un tratto, Babilonia è scomparsa”.
È il 13 aprile 1975 quando scocca la scintilla e si entra nell’euforia della guerra. E la prima cosa a svanire è proprio quello stile di vita occidentale di cui i libanesi andavano così fieri. L’autrice descrive puntualmente non solo le fasi del conflitto ma anche la percezione che i libanesi avevano, le paura e le teorie. E lo stare uniti in una situazione in cui tutti sembrano essere contro tutti: “è una guerra disinvolta. Da noi l’importante è lo stile”. Ma la guerra porta via tutto, l’anima stessa di un paese che cade a pezzi.
Dopo aver finito il libro, mi sono messa a riflettere, a riflettere sul libro stesso. Ho iniziato così ad immaginarlo proprio con i disegni che l’autrice aveva fatto e mi sono chiesta: e se il graphic journalism ci rubasse l’immaginazione? Quello squisito insieme di volti e luoghi sfumati che prende forma nella nostra testa leggendo? Non è proprio questo forse che rende lo stesso libro unico per ogni lettore? Forse si, forse no. Forse dipende dall’argomento e trattandosi di giornalismo si possono considerare le immagini come foto allegate. Bye Bye Babylon è una testimonianza che narra attraverso la memoria la storia infinita di un popolo ancora in lotta per la libertà e la democrazia, emblema di molti, troppi, paesi arabi di oggi.
I really liked this little book. I don't feel comfortable calling it a "graphic novel", as it isn't one--don't go into this expecting it to be a Persepolis-like series of panels. Instead, I'd compare it to an annotated sketchbook. For example, one page has little sketches of flags, fighters, etc from different factions, with a brief blurb explaining who they are.
The main gist of the story is that the author was a young girl from a fairly well-off family, insulated from the effects of the war but still exposed to it (and to the country deteriorating around her). It doesn't attempt to explain every single thing that happened in the country during the 70s and 80s, only those that the author was aware of as a child. Often she is confused, stressed, ashamed, or some combination of all three.
The illustrations are beautiful, and the war seen through the eyes of a young girl, and remembered and depicted through the artwork of her much older self, is a valuable contribution to the field of Lebanese Civil War works.
J'ai adoré. Une véritable découverte, j'ai dévoré Bye bye Babylone en quelques heures à peine après l'avoir acheté.
Mi roman graphique, mi livre d'images pour adultes, Lamia Ziadé explore ici son expérience d'enfance lors de la guerre du Liban de 1975 à 1979. On passe de sa vision de cette période de sa vie à travers les yeux de l'enfant qu'elle était à des descriptions plus précises des événements et de l'histoire de ce conflit. On entre donc à la fois dans la petite et la grande histoire, qui bien entendu se chevauchent et se complètent. C'est à la fois dur et tendre, absurde et triste, mais aussi naivement enfantin et bourré de moments d'érudition, le tout accompagné d'images évocatrices (à la fois écrites et dessinées) qui donnent l'impression de lire un journal intime oublié quelque part.
L'ouvrage en tant que tel est un magnifique livre aux pages lourdes débordantes de couleurs. Les dessins sont dans un style presque aquarel, qui donne une sorte d'impression lyrique à tout l'ensemble.
Vraiment, une découverte. En fait, j'ai tellement aimé que je me suis commandé son précédant livre que je suis impatiante de découvrir.
Bye-Bye Babylon caught my eye when it first came into the library, and I soon forgot about it. What first struck me about it was the beautiful, quickly-executed watercolor sketches that illustrate the story. This is not a typical graphic memoir. It's more illustrated.
Lamia grew up in Beirut, came from a middle class family and was obsessed with the luxuries of American pop culture. In 1975, Beirut turned into a terrifying war zone, and her family lost just about everything. This is truly a powerful story of growing up with the fear of bomb raids and assassinations.
Recommended for fans of Persepolis, with its bad-ass little girl facing war storyline.
Bye-Bye Babylon caught my eye when it first came into the library, and I soon forgot about it. What first struck me about it was the beautiful, quickly-executed watercolor sketches that illustrate the story. This is not a typical graphic memoir. It's more illustrated.
Lamia grew up in Beirut, came from a middle class family and was obsessed with the luxuries of American pop culture. In 1975, Beirut turned into a terrifying war zone, and her family lost just about everything. This is truly a powerful story of growing up with the fear of bomb raids and assassinations.
Recommended for fans of Persepolis, with its bad-ass little girl facing war storyline.
I liked the author's cute illustrations of western consumer goods, lethal ordnance and psychotic militants.
I learned new information about Lebanese politics and history.
The depictions of cruelty and destruction were heartbreaking for me. However I suspect they could be therapeutic for somebody who survived such an experience.
Phenomenal. And beautiful to look at. Surprising and fresh; full of hard won wisdom and longing. You can read this (a kind of sketch book memoir) in a couple of hours.
Sorry, I just didn't like it. I feel as if the artwork is too juvenile and even sloppy in places. Also, the story is not very well told, and it contains infodumping.