This book was mezyan (good in Darija), but not mezyan bezzaf (very good). It's definitely a lot easier to read about restoring a 300-year old riad in the Fez Medina than actually going through the process itself. At first I thought Suzanne Clarke was a woman after my own heart-- a G&T drinking writer who prefers life without a TV willing to tilt headlong into an adventurous pursuit-- and bringing back an old building using traditional methods in a culture that you are not well-versed in is adventuresome. The Medina in Fez does not allow cars and homes are built into, under, around, on top of other people's homes so life is permeable and without boundaries. Clarke is a Western-white woman and. she. has. boundaries. As much as she wants to live in Fez and learn its culture, she is not going to be a "part" of Fez. She tries to understand Moroccan life and often checks her privilege, but understanding often runs up against her privilege. She often makes glib observations that distance her from her from the culture. For example, in discussing the prevalence of slavery in Morocco, she recounts how the Barbary pirates used to kidnap people in Ireland and England to be used as slaves and concubines and she wonders what it must have been for those couple of thousand white people to be taken from their homes and forced into a life and culture they didn't ask for. She feels real distress for them. However, she fails to make the connection that Morocco is in AFRICA and millions of its people experienced the same thing. She also doesn't connect that her other home is in Australia, a country founded by people taken from their homes and forced to live a life they did not ask for. She also equates an argument with a neighbor to the Charlie Hebdo incident-- an event that was deeply insulting to the Islamic community-- the community that she now lives. There are other quips, but these made me stop and say, "Really, Suzanna?!". She also doesn't really make friends; it's like there's her and then, everyone else. I'd hope that my G&T loving self would be more culturally-aware and be good friends with my neighbors (of course, offering sweet mint tea and keeping my gin in my cupboard as the majority of Moroccans do not drink).
The restoration of the home feels a bit like HGTV's Property Brothers where new problems emerge and the budget is constantly reexamined, but without the brothers, efficient crew, and hour time-slot. Instead of Home Depot there are myriad of souks to explore, purveyors who willingly overcharge her, playing on her ignorance, and craftsmen who may or may not show up to work. While ultimately rewarding, it is an incredibly frustrating experience to refurbish a home in Morocco. When (if) I finally fulfill my dream of being an ex-pat, I imagine my memoir will be titled: A Functional Apartment in (Name of City).
However, she provides a lot of good information about Fez's history and Morocco's work to make the country safe from terrorism, especially after 9/11. If you're headed to Fez or Morocco in general, it is a good and informative read.