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دفاتر التدوين #5
Les poussières de l'effacement
Premier (?) d'une série de cinq carnets à paraître en français, ce texte se compose de réminiscences revécues et d'interrogations, alternant anecdotes et échappées philosophiques.
Que reste-t-il dans la mémoire une fois que l'oubli a fait son oeuvre ? Comment garder trace de ceux que nous avons croisés, des êtres qui nous étaient chers, des femmes que nous avons aimées, des lieux que nous avons traversés ? Comment arracher au néant les instants passés ? Comment conjurer la fuite du temps ?
Arrivé à la soixantaine, un homme décide de poser sur le papier tous ses fragments de souvenirs et d'explorer sa mémoire à la recherche des poussières qui ont résisté à l'effacement. Quartiers du vieux Caire, lieux de l'enfance, rencontres, éveil des sens, voyages, les chemins qu'emprunte Ghitany sont tantôt faits de récits, de contes, d'anecdotes où prime l'émotion, tantôt de questionnements sur les paradoxes de l'oubli ou le mystère de l'effacement ultime, quand notre conscience fusionne avec l'absolu.
Il naît de ces pages une émotion et une profondeur qui font de Gamal Ghitany un des plus grands écrivains de langue arabe.
Que reste-t-il dans la mémoire une fois que l'oubli a fait son oeuvre ? Comment garder trace de ceux que nous avons croisés, des êtres qui nous étaient chers, des femmes que nous avons aimées, des lieux que nous avons traversés ? Comment arracher au néant les instants passés ? Comment conjurer la fuite du temps ?
Arrivé à la soixantaine, un homme décide de poser sur le papier tous ses fragments de souvenirs et d'explorer sa mémoire à la recherche des poussières qui ont résisté à l'effacement. Quartiers du vieux Caire, lieux de l'enfance, rencontres, éveil des sens, voyages, les chemins qu'emprunte Ghitany sont tantôt faits de récits, de contes, d'anecdotes où prime l'émotion, tantôt de questionnements sur les paradoxes de l'oubli ou le mystère de l'effacement ultime, quand notre conscience fusionne avec l'absolu.
Il naît de ces pages une émotion et une profondeur qui font de Gamal Ghitany un des plus grands écrivains de langue arabe.
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432 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2005
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July 16, 2020
This translation of Traces: A Memoir of celebrated Egyptian author Gamal Al-Ghitani by Nader K. Uthman is most welcome. Traces is one of seven notebook diaries Al-Ghitani kept. It is comprised of entries labeled by short headings, each indicating the central topic of the vignette that follows.
Opening the book with the epigraph “As if life were a memory…” by Fuad Haddad, the reader enters the musing memories of a man inhabiting spaces physically, emotionally, intellectually, and wholly, as he travels throughout Egypt and the world.
Al-Ghitani writes so sensually about foods he has savored, we desire to taste them--fried eggplants, fava beans, fishes, tamarind juice--there are even entries titled “Carob,” “Soup,” “Al-Bulaqi’s eggplants.” In doing so, he invites the reader to the present through his past. Al-Ghitani pens as deeply about satiating the intellect with books as he does the stomach with foods: “I take pleasure in books when I look at them, when I turn their pages, when I read them. The pleasure may exceed what I find in people.” It is this sort of pleasure that the memories in Traces offers readers.
Al-Ghitani writes equally sensually, and in great detail, of the many beautiful women he has admired with abandon, but beyond the corporeal are his mystical inquiries into time, memory, and absence. In “Before and After,” for example, he reflects upon who he once was in a before time, realizing “that while he “bear[s] his name and his characteristics…he’s not me. He’s someone else…. He represents what does not seem to be [me]” any longer. He makes clear we become quite different people over time, often individuals hardly recognizable to us, and yet throughout the very entries in this volume, Al-Ghitani himself is captured snapshot-style and distinctly in his many and various incarnations.
In “Existence,” Al-Ghitani muses, “What’s the fate of that little breeze without a cheek to feel it?” and in this, he expresses his supreme pleasure at being alive. His questions often have scientific answers, but that is not what he is seeking in these inquiries. He is trying to capture the essence of living, of experiencing life with all our humanity, which it seems he himself did. This volume is not without darkness, but even when sharing his darkest, most painful memories, readers are left to consider Al-Ghitani’s haunting question: “Why are sighs of pleasure and groans of pain just the same?”
If you are a marker of books for things to keep, you will want to read Traces with pen in hand. Uthman’s translation is so fluidly beautiful, so linguistically enticing, it will keep you reading forward to discover what emerges from the whole. Much praise to Uthman for bringing these Al-Ghitani delights to the English-speaking world.
Opening the book with the epigraph “As if life were a memory…” by Fuad Haddad, the reader enters the musing memories of a man inhabiting spaces physically, emotionally, intellectually, and wholly, as he travels throughout Egypt and the world.
Al-Ghitani writes so sensually about foods he has savored, we desire to taste them--fried eggplants, fava beans, fishes, tamarind juice--there are even entries titled “Carob,” “Soup,” “Al-Bulaqi’s eggplants.” In doing so, he invites the reader to the present through his past. Al-Ghitani pens as deeply about satiating the intellect with books as he does the stomach with foods: “I take pleasure in books when I look at them, when I turn their pages, when I read them. The pleasure may exceed what I find in people.” It is this sort of pleasure that the memories in Traces offers readers.
Al-Ghitani writes equally sensually, and in great detail, of the many beautiful women he has admired with abandon, but beyond the corporeal are his mystical inquiries into time, memory, and absence. In “Before and After,” for example, he reflects upon who he once was in a before time, realizing “that while he “bear[s] his name and his characteristics…he’s not me. He’s someone else…. He represents what does not seem to be [me]” any longer. He makes clear we become quite different people over time, often individuals hardly recognizable to us, and yet throughout the very entries in this volume, Al-Ghitani himself is captured snapshot-style and distinctly in his many and various incarnations.
In “Existence,” Al-Ghitani muses, “What’s the fate of that little breeze without a cheek to feel it?” and in this, he expresses his supreme pleasure at being alive. His questions often have scientific answers, but that is not what he is seeking in these inquiries. He is trying to capture the essence of living, of experiencing life with all our humanity, which it seems he himself did. This volume is not without darkness, but even when sharing his darkest, most painful memories, readers are left to consider Al-Ghitani’s haunting question: “Why are sighs of pleasure and groans of pain just the same?”
If you are a marker of books for things to keep, you will want to read Traces with pen in hand. Uthman’s translation is so fluidly beautiful, so linguistically enticing, it will keep you reading forward to discover what emerges from the whole. Much praise to Uthman for bringing these Al-Ghitani delights to the English-speaking world.
August 4, 2023
This is the second novel I read from Egyptian author Gamal Ghitany. This non-fiction and autobigraphical book is different in a good way from other books in this category I read before. After retiring from a 36 years carreer in journalism, the author compiled hundreds of memories and souvenirs from his past.
Whether the memory is about a moment, an individual, a place, and/or an experience, the author shares it with the readers. It might seem at first common or boring to read, but thanks to his great writing style the author makes the annecdote a memorable literature text to enjoy reading with delight. The stories are set mostly in Egypt and about himself. There is something for everyone. There is no chronological order so one can read any text randomly.
Whether the memory is about a moment, an individual, a place, and/or an experience, the author shares it with the readers. It might seem at first common or boring to read, but thanks to his great writing style the author makes the annecdote a memorable literature text to enjoy reading with delight. The stories are set mostly in Egypt and about himself. There is something for everyone. There is no chronological order so one can read any text randomly.
May 20, 2017
ويستمر سيدنا ومولانا الإمام / جمال الغيطاني ، في إمتاعنا من خلال الدفتر الخامس من أصل سبعة، وهو أضحم الدفاتر وأشهاها ، قام فكرته علي إلتقاط الحكايات من الذاكرة دون تعمد أو الإستنداد إلي نص مكتوب لذلك فهو نثار كُتِبْ حتي لا يمحي وفيه من التساؤلات الشئ العظيم ، رحمة ونور ياعم جمال ، والفاتحة أمانة لأجل النبي
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