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Hanan Al-Shaykh

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7 novembre 2013
Passed down over centuries from India, Persia, and across the Arab world, the mesmerizing stories of One Thousand and One Nights are related by the beautiful, young Shahrazad as she attempts to delay her execution. Retold in modern English by the acclaimed Lebanese author Hanan al-Shaykh, here are stories of the real and the supernatural, love and marriage, power and punishment, wealth and poverty, and the endless trials and uncertainties of fate. Bringing together nineteen classic tales, in these pages al-Shaykh weaves an utterly intoxicating collection, rich with humor, violence, and romance.
--Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Broché .

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I don’t recall exactly whether I was eight or ten years old when I first heard the words Alf layla wa layla, one thousand and one nights, but I do remember listening to a radio dramatization and being utterly smitten: the clamour, hustle and bustle of the bazaars and souks, the horses’ hooves, the creaking of a dungeon door, how the radio seemed to vibrate and shake at the footsteps of a demon, and the famous crow of the lonely rooster at the start of each episode, which would be answered by all the roosters in our neighbourhood.
I heard that a girl in my class had Alf layla wa layla, and I hurried with her to peer at a few volumes in a glass cabinet, next to a carved tusk of an elephant. The volumes were leather-bound, their title engraved in gold. I asked my friend if I might touch one, but she said that her father always locked the cabinet and kept the key in his pocket, because he said he feared that if anyone finished the stories they would drop dead. Of course I didn’t know then, and neither did my friend, that the reason her father didn’t want any of the women of the house to read Alf layla wa layla was because of its explicit sexuality.
As the years passed, my obsession with Alf layla wa layla faded. I wanted desperately to escape the world it evoked. But Shahrazad found her way to me. I decided I must discover why, while most Arabs considered the framing story of Shahrazad to be a mere cliché, academics regarded it as a work of genius and a cornerstone of Arabic literature.
I read page after page, marvelling at Shahrazad’s perseverance in remaining the king’s prisoner in order to reveal to him the truth of her mind. I came to see that her weapon was art at its best, her endless invention of all of those magnificent stories. The more I read, the more I came to admire the flat, simple style I had so criticised in the past. The simplicity of the language touched me, for it was the language of those who didn’t reach for a dictionary but expressed their true, crude, raw and intense feelings, whether they praised, elegised or defamed. In these voices lay the foundation of magic realism, the flashback, and the use of the surreal to explain the ordinary—all the things I had mistakenly thought Alf layla wa layla lacked.
Reading Alf layla wa layla this time was personal: I felt as if I had opened the door of a carriage which took me back into the heart of my Arab heritage, and to the classical Arab language, after a great absence. I was astonished at how our forebears had shaped our societies, showing us how to live our daily lives, through these tales which were filled with insights and moral and social rules and laws, without the influence of religion, but derived from first-hand experience and deepest natural feelings towards every living thing. The effect of Alf layla wa layla was so strong and real that Arab societies shaped themselves around it; the names of its characters were embedded in our language, becoming proverbs, adjectives and even modes of speech. I was in awe of the complex society the stories evoked, which allowed relationships between humans and jinnis and beasts, real and imaginary, and I smiled at the codes of conduct and the carefully laid-out etiquette. But as a female Arab writer my real enchantment was the discovery that women in those forgotten ancient societies were far from passive and fearful; they showed their strong will and intelligence and wit, all the time recognising that their behaviour was the second nature of the weak and the oppressed.
When I finished adapting these nineteen stories for the stage and for this book, I thanked Shahrazad for leading me into a myriad of worlds. And, when I stepped back into our century, it dawned on me that in a sense my friend’s father was right when he had said that anyone who finished Alf layla wa layla would die: the reader might find herself detached and lifeless when forced to withdraw from the sublime vividness of the numerous worlds of the One Thousand and One Nights. I hope you revel in the journey as much as I did.
The Fisherman and the Jinni
I heard, oh wise and happy King, that a very poor fisherman who swore by Almighty God that he would only cast his net three times each day, went down to the sea late one afternoon as usual, waited until he saw the moon shining above him, and then threw his net very carefully into the water. He sat there for a time, and then, when he pulled on his net and felt that it had grown heavy, sang to himself:
“Glide over to me, my magnificent fish
And slither into my waiting net
So that someone asleep on his soft silken bed
Will awaken and buy you with his silver bread.”
He opened his net and there, to his horror, found a dead donkey. “A donkey?” he cried out. “My wretched luck. You send me a donkey when you know that my family and I are starved out of our brains?” He managed to free it from his net with one hand while pinching his nose with the other to block out the horrible smell.
He cast his net carefully into the sea again, waited for it to sink, tugged on it and to his amazement felt that the net was even heavier than the first time. It was so heavy he had to climb back on to the shore, drive a stake into the ground, and tie the rope of the net to the stake. Then he hauled with all his might until he managed to pull the net up out of the sea.
But instead of an abundance of fish jumping and playing in the net he found a broken, rusty wooden chest filled with sand. He shouted in a loud voice, “A chest? Is this how you compensate my work? My labour? Or are you telling me that the key to my good fortune lies inside this coffin?”
He kicked the chest as hard as he could, but then managed to recover his patience, and washed out his net once again.
When dawn was about to break the fisherman prayed, raising his hands and lifting his eyes to heaven in supplication. “Oh God, I beg of you, have pity on me, I have no other trade and I have sworn that I shall only cast my net three times. This is my last attempt, because I believe that my fortune has been decided and this will be my fate.”
He cast his net, put his hand on his heart and waited, murmuring to himself, “Let us hope that the third time will be lucky.”
At last he hauled the net ashore and to his amazement found a large brass jar inside, long-necked and sealed with a lid.
“I’ll sell it in the copper market and buy some wheat,” he said to himself.
He tried to lift it but it was too heavy and so he shook it, trying to tell what was inside. He examined the lead seal of the lid, on which words were engraved, and then took his knife and slowly eased it open. He tilted the jar to one side but nothing came out, which puzzled him, since the jar was so heavy. He plunged his hand into the jar, but it was empty. Suddenly a column of smoke began to pour out, covering the ground and the sea and moving higher and higher up into the sky until it reached the clouds. The fisherman peered up into the sky as the smoke turned to a black fog and formed the shape of a huge jinni, his head reaching to the sky and his feet planted on the sand. The fisherman wanted to run away, but remained frozen to the spot, as the jinni’s head became like a tomb, his eyes like two lanterns, his nostrils like two trumpets, his ears as large as an elephant’s, his mouth a frightening cave with teeth like gravestones and two fangs like a pair of pincers. The fisherman shook with fear, his teeth rattled in his mouth, his knees knocked and his feet remained nailed to the ground.
But the jinni cried out, “Oh Suleiman, Suleiman, the mighty prophet of God, forgive me and pardon me. I promise that I have learned my lesson. I’ll never disobey you again and I am now your trusted servant.”
Hearing the jinni’s plea and seeing how he trembled, the fisherman gathered his courage and asked him, “What are you saying? The prophet Suleiman died one thousand, eight hundred years ago. Eons have passed. Who are you? And why were you in that jar?”
“Be glad, be very glad,” the jinni replied.
“Oh! My happy day has come at last,” the fisherman said to himself, overjoyed.
 “Be glad that I am going to kill you,” the jinni added.
 “Kill me? What have I done other than to haul you up from the bottom of the sea and release you from that jar?”
Hurry up and make a wish,” the jinni told him.
Hearing this, the fisherman’s face lit up and he said, “This is what I love to hear! Just give me a second to think what I should ask of you.”
But the jinni said, “Tell me how you wish to die. I promise you that I will fulfil your desire.”
Why me?” the fisherman shrieked. “What have I done to you, you ungrateful creature? Let me tell you that until this day I never believed the proverb ‘Beware those you help’.”
But the jinni said to him, “Let me tell you my story. I’m sure that then you’ll understand why I must put you to death.”
The fisherman said, “Please be assured, jinni, that I shall never try to understand why you are going to kill me!”
Enraged, the jinni shouted, “Then you can be assured, fisherman, that I will not be so generous as to ask you how you would like to die.”
Hurry up then, and tell me your story,” the fisherman said. “Be quick, for my soul has dropped to my feet in fright.”
The jinni began his story. “I am one of the rebellious jinnis who disobeyed God. I was dragged before the prophet Suleiman who asked me to submit and surrender to him. When I declined he imprisoned me in that jar and sealed it with the name of the Almighty and Magnificent. Then he gave the jar to one of the o... --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Broché .

Revue de presse

“Magical. . . . Bursting with jinnis and mischief.”
—Donna Tartt, The Times (London)

“[al-Shaykh] brings the modern fiction writer’s gift for psychological complexity to the rich-but-streamlined quality of the originals. . . . Read through knowing you’re getting the very best of The Arabian Nights.”
The Atlantic

O, The Oprah Magazine

“al-Shaykh performs a great service in retelling [the Arabian Nights]. . . . [She] has shifted the camera angles, as it were, and trained the spotlight on the characters. . . . We get more of the essence of these stories, their anarchic humor and cheerful sadism.”

“A treat and a trap for story lovers. Like a contemporary Shahrazad, al-Shaykh has rendered 19 little masterpieces into a wondrously warm, ribald and hilarious concoction.”
—Hanif Kureishi, The Guardian (London) --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Broché .

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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Shahrazad's Tales Twice Told 29 juin 2013
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It is fitting that this retelling of certain key tales from the Arabian Nights should be filtered through and reimagined by a modern woman. After all, if it is not a woman's imagination that is the source for all the 1001 Nights, then who's is it? These modernized but not corrupted retellings are mainly faithful to their sources but edited to make them more contained and therefore readable as short stories (that is, a lot of the internal stories are pared away). But they are certainly not expurgated and all the beauty and strangeness and eroticism is kept intact.

It is an odd selection however although one that I thoroughly enjoyed. The editing principle often seems to be which stories did Pasolini incorporate into his film version: if you want to read the sources for that most erotic film, look no further. The Fisherman and the Jinni is kept and one of Sinbad's voyages, but otherwise many of the tales told will be unfamiliar to the readers who have not seen Pasolini's version.

I also loved the hardcover format with decorated boards without a dust jacket. A beautiful piece of publishing work suitable for such a classic text. My only quibble is it barely scratches the surface of a work that can extend to 3000 pages in complete editions. But as a sampler, it is a most satisfying volume.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Tell Me A Story 1 août 2013
Par L. King - Publié sur
Intricate retelling of the 1001 Nights as series of tales within tales within tales descending multiple levels down. Al-Shaykh begins by telling the story of her listening to a dramatization of the Nights on radio, then gazing at the leather bound volumes that were locked away in a glass cabinet at a friends house whose father had mysteriously warned that finishing the stories would result in instant death. Of course it was the explicit sexuality that he was afraid of.

Al-Shaykh's rendition is both erotic and explicit filled with lust and love, but also violent and cruel, most certainly not for young children, a reflection of the capricious nature of the society that created them. It also contains some modern feminist shadings that have been added by the author - I have the Richard Burton and the Mardus version to compare. The outer layer is the betrayal of the brother kings Shahrayar and Shazaman by their wives and concubines. The elder king Shahrayar vows to never trust a woman again, and decrees that he will marry a different woman each night, then kill her in the morning so that she will never have a chance to be unfaithful. Which then introduces Shaharazad, that most clever of women, who each dawn employs the subterfuge of "to be continued..." to preserve the lives of her peers and her own.

What drew me to the book was the author's appearance two years ago at Toronto's Luminato Festival. The stronger stories include the shell tale of the 5 sisters, the tales of the Dervishes, the Demon's Wife, the Woman and her 5 lovers and Zumerrud and Nur Al-Din. Less effective was the Tale of the Hunchback, the follow up attempts to tell funny stories to top it and lastly the tale of the 4th voyage of Sinbad which was lacking atmosphere and detail; nor was the quick wrap up at the end satisfying. Yet the 1001 Nights were always a favourite of mine and the good outweighs the pale.

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4.0 étoiles sur 5 One Thousand and One Nights: A Retelling 4 février 2014
Par Marta E. Magellan - Publié sur
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The best thing about this retelling was the accessible translation. I have a much older leather-bound complete One Thousand and One Nights, but the translation is archaic, and it is difficult to get through. The stories are examples of great story-telling, sometimes outrageously incredible, other times even more so. These stories are decidedly not for children, so don't give it as a gift to anyone under eighteen.
5.0 étoiles sur 5 Charmed, Bedazzled, and Bewildered 16 juillet 2014
Par tiatia - Publié sur
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The stories flow like water in a brook, slowly moving but with a musical touch over rocks and smooth ground as well. The picture of women who are easily overcome by lust and men who fall in love in an instant based only on the beauty they see reflect the radical Islamic viewpoint. The violence upon whim and petty impulse is still a part of the culture today. Add great trading adventures and wealth shown by jewelry, gorgeous fabrics, fine dinning, and phenomenal foods you have the escence of a fantasy not far removed from lifestyles of rulers of many modern Arabic nations. The book was a bit sexually graphic at times, but usually in context. The story within a story, connected with circumstances beyond imagination, and lines of interspersed poetry were my favorite aspects of the writting.
5.0 étoiles sur 5 Five Stars 26 septembre 2014
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Excellent read!!
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