Αλλά εμένα με άρπαξαν σε απόσταση λίγων μέτρων από τούτο το σχολείο, σε τούτο το δρόμο όπου οι πάντες έμοιαζαν να με αγαπούν. Κανείς δεν κουνήθηκε στο δρόμο εκτός από τους απαγωγείς μου. Όλα μεταμορφώθηκαν σε σκηνοθεσία, περιλαμβανομένου και του πετάγματος μιας μέλισσας, από ένα δέντρο σ’ ένα άλλο. Μου είπαν : Έχουμε να σου μιλήσουμε. Κατάλαβα ότι με αυτές τις λέξεις μόλις έμπαινα στο επέκεινα του κόσμου του κανονικού λόγου. [... ] [... ] – Δεν είναι ακόμα η τελευταία σου ευκαιρία. Είμαστε μεταξύ χριστιανών. Μας ενδιαφέρει να μετανοήσεις. Μας ενδιαφέρει να αμφιβάλλεις. – Είμαι μητέρα τριών παιδιών. Έχω εγκαταλείψει τον σύζυγό μου. Ζω με έναν νεαρό Παλαιστίνιο που αυτή τη στιγμή βρίσκεται σε κίνδυνο. Υπερασπίστηκα την παλαιστινιακή υπόθεση προτού τον γνωρίσω. Υπερασπίζομαι μια κοινή κουλτούρα, μια κοινή ιστορία, τη δική τους και τη δική μας. Δεν βλέπω καμία διαφορά. Αλλά πήρα με πόνο το δικό τους μέρος εναντίον του δικού σας γιατί η δική μας επιβίωση συνδέεται με τη δική τους. – Εγώ εκπροσωπώ τη νομιμότητα. – Εκείνοι εκπροσωπούν το άνοιγμα. Ο αραβικός κόσμος είναι απεριόριστα μεγάλος στις αποστάσεις του και απεριόριστα μικρός στην οπτική του. [... ] Ο θάνατος ποτέ δεν είναι στον πληθυντικό. Ας μην υπερτονίζουμε τη νίκη του, είναι αρκούντως καθολική, ας μην την υμνολογούμε. Δεν είναι εκατομμύρια οι θάνατοι. Συμβαίνει να είναι εκατομμύρια οι φορές που κάποιος πεθαίνει. [ ... ] –Θέλετε να με ανταλλάξετε ; Δεν είμαι αντικείμενο. Πώς το ξέρετε ότι δεν προτιμώ να πεθάνω από το να χρησιμεύσω ως φραγκοδίφραγκα στις συναλλαγές σας ; Πρέπει ακόμα και στον πόλεμο να παραμένετε έμποροι χαλιών ;
Η Σιττ Μαρί-Ροζ πιάνεται στο δίχτυ του λιβανέζικου εμφύλιου πολέμου. Διευθύνει ένα σχολείο για κωφάλαλα παιδιά. Αγωνίζεται για την κοινωνική δικαιοσύνη και τη γυναικεία απελευθέρωση στον αραβικό κόσμο. Πληρώνει με τη ζωή της μια κατάσταση όπου τα όπλα έχουν πάρει τη θέση του διαλόγου, σε μια από τις πιο τραγικές παρεξηγήσεις της σύγχρονης ιστορίας. – Ε.Α.
Το πεζογράφημα πρωτοδημοσιεύθηκε στις γαλλικές πρωτοποριακές Εκδόσεις των Γυναικών το 1977, μετά τους εμφύλιους πολέμους του Λιβάνου, και απέκτησε αμέσως εμβληματικές διαστάσεις.
Etel Adnan was born in Beirut, Lebanon in 1925. She studied philosophy at the Sorbonne, U.C. Berkeley, and at Harvard, and taught at Dominican College in San Rafael, California, from 1958–1972.
In solidarity with the Algerian War of Independence (1954–1962), Adnan began to resist the political implications of writing in French and became a painter. Then, through her participation in the movement against the Vietnam War (1959–1975), she began to write poetry and became, in her words, “an American poet.” In 1972, she returned to Beirut and worked as cultural editor for two daily newspapers—first for Al Safa, then for L’Orient le Jour. Her novel Sitt Marie-Rose, published in Paris in 1977, won the France-Pays Arabes award and has been translated into more than ten languages.
In 1977, Adnan re-established herself in California, making Sausalito her home, with frequent stays in Paris. Adnan is the author of more than a dozen books in English, including Journey to Mount Tamalpais (1986), The Arab Apocalypse (1989), In the Heart of the Heart of Another Country (2005), and Sea and Fog (2012), winner of the Lambda Literary Award for Lesbian Poetry and the California Book Award for Poetry. Her most recent books are Night (2016) and Surge (2018). In 2014, she was awarded one of France’s highest cultural honors: l’Ordre de Chevalier des Arts et Lettres. Numerous museums have presented solo exhibitions of Adnan’s work, including SFMoMA; Zentrum Paul Klee; Institute du Monde Arabe, Paris; Serpentine Galleries; and Mathaf: Arab Museum of Modern Art, Qatar.
This evening the sky is streaked with huge flashes of lightning that break it up from end to end. The streets I can see from my ninth floor are empty as in the work of a primitive painter. The song of a muezzin drifts from far away t o this Christian quarter of Achrafieh, and has something unearthly about it, even if one knows it is only a record. The Middle East lives its destiny. No sound seems trivial or ordinary. * My love for her has grown dim, but she is no stranger to me. I know her, and knowing is a n extraordinarily strong bond. It establishes a kind of magnetic field between beings or even things, and intensifies and illuminates everything. She’s here before me. She‘s familiar to me. * Now I‘m afraid that the nostalgia you awaken in me will give me a reason to despise myself, and add another torment to my soul. * How can you judge a road that you have neither laid out nor traveled on? * In this society where the only freedom of choice. when there is any, is between the different brands of automobiles, can any notion of Justice exist, and can genocide not become an inescapable consequence? * It‘s in the dark that the walls close in the most. All through this night I lost track of my ankles, my knees, my stomach, my neck. I lined up numbers in my mind and counted them, I chased fear out of my mind but it impregnated everything. The air thickened and I swallowed it like a ball.
Eine bemerkenswerte Darstellung des libanesischen Bürgerkriegs. Eine Christin, geht nach Scheidung eine Beziehung zu einem neuen Mann ein. Er ist jedoch Palästinenser. Das wird zum Problem im Bürgerkrieg zwischen Christen und Arabern. Da sie sich im Widerstand für seine Seite entschieden hat, wird sie angeklagt. Den Ankläger kennt sie aus ihrer Jugend. Der Dialog, wie sich Sitt Marie-Rose jetzt verteidigt, wird zum Höhepunkt der Geschichte. Der Text war für mich so großartig zu lesen und er passt jetzt zur aktuellen politische Lage im Gaza-Krieg. Das Buch verdient für mich 4,5 Sterne.
This is a beautifully written take on the senseless, chaotic and incredibly violent war in Lebanon. What surprised me was the author's ability to make such a complex piece of history read so simply. The similarities between this story and Syria's current conflict are a terrible reminder of why this book matters.
I found this a challenging, albeit a short, read. Chapters are short, sometimes a mere paragraph. Each chapter is narrated from one of a number of characters - Sitt Marie Rose a Christian woman who favours no side, one of a group of Lebanese men who capture her and must pass judgement on her fate or a bystander. The chaotic structure matches the Lebanese Civil War where who is fighting for what is a matter of personnel opinion. Much of the dialogue takes place in a school for deaf-mutes, a sensible parable for those who stand by and pretend nothing is happening.
"My eyes are like plants that open during the day and close at night. I begin to wish that two rockets would pass through my head leaving me intact... that's what it means. Everything becomes primitive."
"But me, I say to them, I am absolute order. I am absolute power. I am absolute efficiency. I've reduced all truths to a formula of life and death."
"And how not to get as a whiplash the memory of that one day, when shaking hands to say goodbye, our hands stuck together, sending a current of hot blood through our veins? They remained clasped in one another and I could no longer distinguish my fingers from his, or his breath from mine, and he put his mouth in my hair, and left running."
"I want to say forever and ever that the sea is beautiful, even more so since the blood washed down by the greedy rain opened reddening roads into the sea. Its only in it, in its immemorial blue, that the blood of all is finally mixed."
"It is the explosion of absolute darkness among us. What can one to in this black Feast but dance? The deaf-mutes rise, and moved in the rhythm of falling bombs their bodies receive from the trembling earth, they begin to dance."
[ένα βιβλίο ασύλληπτα όμορφο και σκληρό | μια ιστορία που δεν ήξερα καθόλου, ένας πόλεμος, μια δασκάλα σε ένα σχολείο με ανάπηρους μαθητές, σκηνές κυνηγιού και μιας κατεστραμμένης πόλης] * «την κάθισαν μπροστά τους και της μιλούν. είναι σκληροί σαν αγάλματα. [...] προκαλεί πολύ φόβο όταν θυμώνει. αλλά εμείς την αγαπάμε. δεν φοβόμαστε. κι εκείνη μας αγαπά. είναι σαν τον ορίζοντα στη θάλασσα.» * «η ίδια η πόλη, ως πελώριο πλάσμα, υποφέρει, θεότρελη και επιπόλαιη όσο δεν παίρνει, και τώρα υποταγμένη, ξεκοιλιασμένη, βιασμένη, σαν τις κοπέλες εκείνες που τις βίασαν οι διάφοροι πολιτοφύλακες, κατά τριανταριές ή σαρανταριές, κατέληξαν τρελές στα άσυλα, και οι οικογένειες, μεσογειακές ως τα μπούνια, τις κρύβουν αντί να τις γιατρέψουν... αλλά πώς να γιατρέψεις τη μνήμη; τούτη την πόλη, όπως κι αυτές τις κοπέλες, τη βίασαν.»
I picked this book up by chance last weekend after coming across it at a used bookstore. It was some time last year that I first came across the name Etel Adnan. I’ve been looking for her work Arab Apocalypse but decided to start with this one, as it seems to be her most popular.
I was surprised that I wasn’t aware of her work and legacy until only recently. The Lebanese author spent her long career writing creative and experimental works, having only passed away recently in 2021 at the age of 96.
Sitt Marie Rose follows the story of the real life of Marie Rose Boulos, a social worker for the deaf and mute and supporter of the Palestinian cause, who was executed by Christian Lebanese militiamen for supporting opposing groups in the contrast with her Christian faith. The book explores this execution through a variety of different perspectives, building to the climax of the event.
This book reaches just over 100 pages but captures so much of the ethics and morality of war, as well as the history and context of the early years of the Lebanese Civil War. While some additional context is needed to better understand the events of this book, I do think this is the best portrayal of the Lebanese Civil War that I’ve read.
Beyond the general themes of war this book looks to cover the context of Arab and Lebanese culture of the time. The divide found in this society fractures and factions opponents based on religion, traditionalism vs modernity, and east versus west. These aspects are often arbitrary in the grand scheme but exploited by those looking to weaponize them. Much of what is portrayed here is not unique to Lebanon but found in societies all over the world. While I think this is an incredible work of Lebanese literature I don’t think it stops there.
As an Arab of a Christian background, with ancestral ties to land on both sides of this conflict, this was a difficult read. This conflict and the way that religion has been weaponized to justify actions has always been difficult to reckon with and one of the greatest tragedies of the Levant. The way that Arab people have been arbitrarily drawn in opposition to each other has benefitted no one and until this is realized no real progress can be made in improving and bettering society.
While reading this book I was reminded of Joan Didion’s Salvador, a work of nonfiction that was written a few years after Sitt Marie Rose detailing the civil war in El Salvador. I think both books do a great job covering the horrific and immoral aspects of guerilla warfare that were prominent during this period in history. The real difference here was that I found Adnan’s writing to be of a higher quality. This short book has me wanting to reread it as well as furthering my interest in works from Etel Adnan
Novela breve pero descomunalmente intensa, que condensa en poco más de 100 páginas la guerra civil libanesa, y por ende, también la colonización francesa, la causa palestina, la violencia tribal, la masculinidad performativa y el abuso de poder.
Etel Adnan escribe un texto polifónico que recuerda al teatro coral y al documental. Tiene voces muy distintas (una profesora militante, una escritora, niños sordomudos, milicianos, un monje) que se entrecruzan de forma poética, dando carne a la división sectaria y al engranaje mental de la guerra.
Es una lectura incómoda, estremecedora, pero hermosísima.
Τεχνικά, απ' άποψη δομής και τα λοιπά, είναι πολύ ενδιαφέρον. Σε ό,τι αφορά το ζουμί, επίσης. Με τον λυρισμό έχω ένα θεματάκι αλλά αυτό το θεματάκι το έχω γενικότερα με τον λυρισμό. Θεωρητικά, μοιάζει να είναι απ' αυτά τα βιβλία που προβληματίζουν και συγκλονίζουν τον αναγνώστη. Εγώ σκυλοβαρέθηκα διαβάζοντάς το και προβληματίστηκα για το πώς γίνεται να μη με αρέσει ένα βιβλίο που θεωρητικά συγκεντρώνει αρκετά πράγματα που με αρέσουν. Μπορεί και να είμαι σε κακό αναγνωστικό φεγγάρι. Γι' αυτό καλύτερα να μη βαθμολογήσω. Αλλά ρε παιδάκι μου, πολλή βαρεμάρα. Κι αυτό ίσως κάτι να λέει για μένα περισσότερο, παρά για το βιβλίο.
Lærte en del om den libanesiske borgerkrig. Meget fin, vigtig og klart relevant i den her tid. Fik en bøde på 10kr for at aflevere den en dag for sent på bib, men det var lowkey det værd:-)
I felt shocked after reading the first few pages because of the amount of racism displayed. But then, after reading more pages, I figured out how the style of the book works and understood that it is not racist. It is just too realistic, especially for a Lebanese, to accept it when trying to forget a cruel, complex part of our history. The book tells a true story that happened in the civil war, and unfortunately, the hostile unbelievable events and racism in the book occurred in the past. Unfortunately, some of this racism still lives to our present days, no matter how much we try to live in denial towards this sensitive subject. Each character in the book represents the actual personalities of people who lived during the civil war in Lebanon. This book is compelling and essential to be read, for to get over our past, we have first to accept it.
This short book poetically tells of the horrors of the religious differences that tore apart the cities and people of Lebanon in the 1970s. It is remarkable how there are no villians and no victims, only people innocent, forced to witness, or misguided, destroying others and themselves with their refusal to broaden their thinking.
Endelig kom Etel Adnan på dansk. Lever op til sit ry for at være en essential i krigslitteratur, denne gang om Beirut i borgerkrigen. Hård fortælling om skæbne, magt og kampen for den gode sag. Fortællerformen gør underværker for den rå fortælling. En kæmpe anbefaling. 5/5 stjerner.
This short book had been sitting on my shelf for years; it was the author’s recent death that led me to pull it off and read it. It’s a singular work, like a Miyazaki anime in the way it keeps changing form. There is an amateurness about it that’s endearing. I felt like I was watching the author try things out, a poet writing an extended prose work uncertain what she should be doing, and often not caring. But perhaps this was all planned, all part of her vision of the work.
This is not a great novel about Beirut during the civil war of the 70s or a great portrait of a brave woman with a view of brotherhood shared by almost no one around her, but it is a special reading experience. It's too bad Adnan is not better known in the U.S., where she spent so much of her life.
(I read the book, not the ebook, but that edition is not available to post.) Beautifully written and wrenching novel based on the true story of a woman in Beirut during the Civil War who ran a school for deaf children. She was kidnapped at a checkpoint, interrogated and killed because of her work with Palestinian refugees and her commitment to social, rather than tribal, justice.
Shifting, multiple points of view give different perspectives on war in lebanon, late 1970s, all distinctly colored by adnan's fierce anger at religious justifications for brutal violence.
3.5* history, facing the present, "Mixed in the blood of the dead Palestinians is as much Lebanese blood, Lebanese who died for them, and with them. For the first time in Arab History one group has died for another."
pity and sympathy intertwine, questions are asked, silently, till there's nothing left, but do tell me, what will become of this city? "He was fighting—that was all there was to it. For what? To preserve. To preserve what? His group’s power. What was he going to do with this power and this group? Rebuild the country. What country? Here, everything became vague. He lost his footing. Because in this country there were too many factions, too many currents of ideas, too many individual cases for one theory to contain. "
beirut, west and east, with its bloodied sea and flowing roads, its haze and sun and glistening souls, "Never has a city lived under such an iron sky."
love in a funeral, death in a room, "My love had promised me an apple orchard. Today, it’s death that’s promised me. At this moment I feel closer to him than ever."
thoughts streaming out, in search for words, forgotten prayers hovering in the base of the skull, beneath the skin, silently being watched, "God, whoever you are, protect the future generations from the genocide that awaits them."
more on history, on the present, on the future, and the intersection of it all “What love? More than a hundred million Arabs and not one knows how to love!"
(3.5/5) The author does a great job at understanding the human psychology of war. She also diagnoses the disease of the arab world/ mentality quite well. However, her depiction of the lebanese civil war conflict was very subjective and unbalanced. I rate the book above based on literary merit rather than political opinion.
Δυστυχώς δεν μου άρεσε πάρα πολύ αν και η θεματική και η ιστορία είναι δυνατή. Δεν κατάλαβα τον χωρισμό σε δύο κεφάλαια και δεν αναπτύσσει όσο θα ήθελα την ιστορία. Ωστόσο έχει κάποιο ενδιαφέρον. Το συστήνω με επιφυλάξεις.
This novella probably deserves more stars that I’m unable to give due to having a hard time following along. It may be due to translation or just hard text that emotionally I couldn’t fully get into. It’s beautifully written and I want to try reading it again at a later date.