2021 reads, #98. I have a new housemate here at the Chicago co-op where I live, a fellow Goodreads member and book nerd, and he's got me exploring avenues of literary history I've usually never gone down before. That includes Moroccan visual artist Mohammad Mrabet, who's also a storyteller in the tradition of the Ait Ouriaghel tribe he's from, still alive and currently a spritely 86 years old, but as a young man just happened to fall in with a crowd of American and British intellectual expats in the decades after World War Two, which brought him to the attention of and eventual friendships with Tennessee Williams, William S. Burroughs, Paul Bowles and others. It was Bowles who generated Mrabet a Western audience, through a series of written transcripts of his oral stories he published back in the US in the late '60s through mid-'70s, although my housemate tells me the rumor is strong that Bowles liberally added his own details to the stories here and there as they went through the translation process.
In any case, they're an interesting mix of ribald content (all the ones here, for example, have to do with the smoking of hash, and several of them feature outrageous sexual details), but with a sincere tone and often a subtle philosophical point to get across; kind of like a Muslim version of The Canterbury Tales, where there are multiple goals with the text and it's very much a product of its time and place. It was an interesting experience, reading it this week, and along with my beginning rabbithole dives into people like Borges and Calvino, I'm glad to be having these new reading experiences courtesy of this new book-nerd housemate of mine. Here's hoping I'll get to share a lot of other brand-new literary explorations for me as the months continue.