”The tongues have been cut from the bells
Lest they swing out loud and tell
How still we hide away
Shadows whisper by like brooms
Skirting halls to basement rooms;
They hunker low, waiting out the day…
“Great water lies between us
Great water moves below—
Great water lies between us
Great water begs we both arise and go”
-- Water Between Us, Joe Henry, Songwriters: Joe Henry
4.5 Stars
"That house. The ones that came after. He thinks of them, instinctively touching the soil again. All the houses they have lived in, the ibriks and rugs and curtains they have bought; how many windows should any person own? The houses float up to his mind’s eye like jinn, past lovers.
“They glitter whitely in his mind, like structures made of salt, before a tidal wave comes and sweeps them away."
This is a beautifully written, multi-generational family story that begins in the Middle East, in March of 1963, beginning with the reading of coffee grounds to tell the fortune of a young woman on the verge of marriage, on the day of her wedding as preparations are going on around them.
”When Salma peers into her daughter’s coffee cup, she knows instantly she must lie.”
The Six-Day War in Palestine would follow soon enough, and a brother’s life is sacrificed in the battle.
Time and time again, this family is forced to leave their home, leaving everything they had known and everyone they loved outside of this family. They leave for another place, another country. From Jaffa they left for Kuwait, and when another war breaks out, they must leave. And so they go to Amman to live, leaving behind the emotional touchstones of each place, and maybe a little of themselves, as well. They are not leaving for a new job with higher pay or their dream job, or the perfect home or setting, they are leaving in order to continue to live.
”Parallel lives, she sometimes thinks. It was a matter of parallel lives, one person having lamb for supper, the other cucumbers. With fate deciding, at random, which was which.”
”Widad and Alia and Mustafa, they might have known gunfire and war, but they were protected from it with the armor of wealth.”
America’s influence is felt in this story, in the fashions changing around them, but the world is shrinking, and the influences of the world are felt, and there are those in this family who choose to see what life in America is like. Their family worries then about what will happen to the family traditions and customs and their faith?
A feeling of loss permeates these pages, but there is also so much hope, and such a strong sense of compassion and love for one another within this family. I loved this family, loved spending time with them, being in their homes, and learning about their lives.
The writing flows with a loving touch of a poet, simple but elegant while avoiding becoming overly ornate and sentimental. The story is heartbreaking in moments, but the love that is just underneath their stories elevates this just enough to keep you reading.
Home. Family. Love.
Many thanks to the Public Library system, and the many Librarians that manage, organize and keep it running, for the loan of this book!