While I can objectively appreciate the issues this book raises, Evil Eye by Etaf Rum, a story of a Palestinian-American woman navigating the murky waters of identity, alienation and childhood trauma, was unfortunately a massive letdown.
What I liked about Evil Eye was parts of the novel shines with realism and conviction, particularly when it depicts Yara’s non-linear recovery process from her childhood trauma and her desire to break free from the confining expectations imposed by the men in her life. Her anxiety and indecision were quite all-encompassing that I couldn’t help but sympathise with her inability to make peace with her past, as the lack of a support system barred her from moving forward. However, these glimpses of potential are derailed by the overall quality of the writing, which was immensely simplistic and lacking in nuance.
The primary issue I had with the book was how painfully dull, repetitive and superficial everything was. The plot essentially consisted of Yara cooking — Yara being anxious — Yara fighting with her husband — repeat. And the dialogue — god, the dialogue was very cartoonish, I almost had a nightmare because of it. Additionally, the author’s attempt to integrate Palestinian culture and history into the text was incredibly repetitive to the point of absurdity. For example, every dish prepared by Yara in this book were all Palestinian meals and despite having lived in Brooklyn for almost ten years, she has never had southern cuisine. It doesn't make any sense. Fairuz, the Lebanese singer was mentioned eight times in the book.
Ultimately, what made me absolutely lost interest in the book was the black and white, almost overly generalized depiction of Arabs, which was potentially harmful and stereotypical in my opinion. Every Arab male character here was either extremely toxic, abusive, or intolerant, while the women are portrayed as docile and repressed. I applaud Etaf Rum’s courage in addressing misogyny and patriarchy within the Arab community but she made it seemed like these were unique and distinct Arab traits. There were also some weird lines that got under my skin, such as “mental health care is stigmatised in our community,” or “you’re one of the most independent Arab women I know.” Just ugh. Nope. I can’t.
I am obviously in the minority here so don’t let my review sway you. However, because I am very petty and really, really did not like this book, I would recommend reading Behind You is the Sea (Susan Muaddi Darraj) or The Beauty of Your Face (Sahar Mustafah) instead for a better and more nuanced portrayal of Arab and Palestinian communities in the US diaspora.
Thank you Times Reads for the gifted copy. I really appreciate it.