This started out as a 3.5 stars and degraded to 2.5 stars....
Loved the premise - - exploring a region through its language dialects, looking at similarities or the vast differences in various Arabic countries, both linguistic and cultural, through the specific lens of this American female author.
Part memoir, part linguistic history, part travelogue, this book works on many levels for a while. But after a while, the heavy emphasis on a language that I know nothing about it more of a slog to get through than something I was enjoying or learning from. Because I have no background in Arabic, I had no starting frame of reference for the vocabulary and grammatical detours she would take in each country. There was a lotttttt of very specific, very detailed examinations of dialect-specific words or syntax or pronunciation, and when you have zero context for how a language sounds, this can become soooooo tedious.
The memoir portion of it also never really took off, imo. Usually, memoirs are framed around a traditional narrative arc, with one or more characters learning and growing. While the author definitely experiences and demonstrates growth in her approach to learning an insanely complex language, I didn't feel much of an emotional connection to her or her journey, and never really felt it climbing to a natural climax. When she wraps up at the end, kind of summarizing her journey, I could see how she did address this arc, but I think it was too subtle to keep me engaged.
I do have a better understanding of Arabic as a whole, but I can't recall details about any of the country-specific dialects. It was just too in thr weeds and needed to be a bit more broad in its approach to the language aspect of the story.
Would recommend this for super labgaue nerds or anyone studying Arabic.