martes, 10 de julio de 2018

The President’s Gardens. View by alexreadsboooks



 Review:

The President’s Gardens 

by Muhsin Al-Ramli

by alexreadsboooks
On the morning of the third day of Ramadan, a village in Iraq wakes to find the heads of nine of its men stacked in banana crates by the bus stop. One of them, known to his friends as Ibrahim the Fated, is one of the most wanted men in Iraq. From the village of his birth through three wars and the lives of his best friends, The President’s Gardens tells the story of how Ibrahim earned the enmity of so many people, and of what lies buried in the Presiden’s Gardens, unknown to the people of Iraq.
I was really excited when I found this book at the book shop a few months ago, because I haven’t read anything by an Iraqi author before and so I jumped at the chance of buying it. It’s not a decision I regret.
The President’s Garden is beautifully written and I was drawn in as soon as I opened it. Set in a country that as an outsider I connect more with news of war and terrorism than with beauty, it manages to convey an image of Iraq that does find the beauty, even in a situation as terrible as the one the country is still in.
The great thing about the narration is that while it takes a winding path from the discovery of the heads through the histories of Ibrahim and his two best friends, Abdullah Kafka and Tariq the Befuddled, back to the events at the beginning of the novel, it never seems pointless or dull. The story is told so vividly and interesting that I couldn’t put the book down until I had finished it.
I also really liked the characters,  they were complex and interesting, and while most of them were male, I really liked the women as well. Especially Ibrahim’s daughter Qisma was very compelling in her desire to live a better life than the one she knew from the village.
But most importantly, it struck me how seldom we get to hear about the victims of the war in Iraq compared to the amount of stories we get to hear about the Western side of it. And because of that I think this book is actually really important, because while it’s only one novel, there is not a single American in it, and for those who still struggle with realising that the people in Iraq are just as human as we are in the West, I think it would help them to understand things on the other side of the conflict a little better.
Summary:
The President’s Gardens is an epic novel about Saddam Hussein’s Iraq, following the lives of three friends from the beginning of the Iran-Iraq War to the aftermath of the American invasion.
Abdullah loses twenty years to Iranian captivity before returning to learn the terrible truth of his birth. Tariq, the son of the local Sheik, avoids the army, and becomes a man of power and influence, able to help his friends but always careful to keep his own interests closest to his heart. Ibrahim loses a foot in the first Gulf War and his wife to cancer before taking on a menial job in the gardens of one of the president’s many palaces – a job whose responsibilities will escalate beyond his wildest imaginings.
The multiple, multi-generational stories woven together in The President’s Gardens are brought to life by a vivid and memorable cast of characters, and may remind the reader of The Kite-Runner, The Yellow Birds and One Hundred Years of Solitude. Epic in scope, moving, philosophical and true, it packs an ocean of wisdom in its 400 pages, and has much to impart about war and oppression, love and marriage, fathers and daughters, and what it means to live under a murderous, totalitarian regime.

lunes, 9 de julio de 2018

Muhsin Al-Ramli: why I wrote THE PRESIDENT'S GARDENS


Muhsin Al-Ramli: why I wrote
THE PRESIDENT'S GARDENS

Muhsin Al-Ramli describes the terrible events that inspired, and the remarkable reception of, The President's Gardens
"I began writing The President’s Gardens in 2006 after receiving the news of the murder of nine of my relatives, who were fasting on the third day of Ramadan. The people of the village found only their heads in banana crates, along with their identity cards. I dedicated the novel to their souls. It was a huge shock to me. It horrified me, and, to start with, the novel was a reaction to this event undertaken without planning or a clear vision. So I put it aside in the hope of achieving an old ambition of writing a novel encompassing what ordinary people have suffered through the violent tragedies of Iraq in its modern history, a novel like The Bridge over the Drina by the Yugoslav novelist Ivo Andrić, which relates the history of his country over generations and in which the bridge is the focal point unifying the different events and periods of the book.
Another motivation was that when I have taken part in cultural activities and events in many countries, I have seen the difficulty people have in understanding the complexity of the Iraqi situation, and I have felt extremely sad and angry when the world press reports Iraqi victims as though they were merely numbers. I began to gather information systematically. I travelled to Syria to meet my brother and his son there to ask them for more details. I did not start writing again until the end of 2008, after reading an old, short news story about someone whose work was to bury anonymous executed people in Iraq and who secretly kept something belonging to them, whether it was a card, a bill, a watch or a ring. He would record some of their personal characteristics and information about where they were buried. After the fall of the regime, he helped many families to find the remains of corpses of their lost ones.
It took about four years to write, but the work was not continuous. I would write and then stop to write other things, then return to the novel, search for more information and go back to it, asking advice from friends, and so on. It was written in four places: I began in Madrid and carried on in Granada and Iraq where I went for a short time and did more research. I finished the first draft in Asturias, in northern Spain. After that, I did various revisions in Madrid, so it was begun and finished there, where I live.
The novel has been received far better than I expected. The critical views expressed reassured me that it was technically solid. Readers' views, which are the most important, made me feel that this novel had conveyed the message I intended. I received calls and letters from readers who follow my writings, who said that “this is the novel we have been waiting for you to write”. Others said: “We now understand what was going on in Iraq and the reasons for what is happening now.” Some confessed that their view had completely changed – they had previously been sympathetic towards the ousted dictator of Iraq and supported him against his enemies. Some on social networks wrote about their hope that rulers of the people they rule would read it, so that the whirlpool of violence in this Arab world of ours would become calmer. And there was someone from Iraq thanking me because I had managed to express their pain."
Muhsin Al-Ramli is an Iraqi writer, poet, academic and translator, born in the village of Sudara in northern Iraq in 1967. He has lived in Madrid since 1995. The President's Gardens was longlisted for the IPAF, known as the "Arabic Booker", in 2013.

Review/ The President's Gardens by Muhsin Al-Ramli


 The President's Gardens 
by Muhsin Al-Ramli

Marialyce W, Reviewer
There is some beautiful highly effective writing in this fictitious tale of three friends living in a small village in Iraq. One of the friends will eventually spend twenty years in captivity as a POW in Iran, the other a scholar, while the third becomes the employee of a man who is ruthless ruler. They all come from a small village in Iraq and the book covers the time of the Iraq/Iran war as well as the Gulf War. The boys' lives as they grow into men contain secrets and through Al-Ramli's writing we gather an intimate portrait of their lives and the horrors that they faced.            
It is not by any long shot, although never mentioned, that the blood thirsty leader described in this novel was Saddam Hussein and as the story continues we learn the horrors of what existed within the President's Gardens. Beautiful as they were to look at, they contained abominations that were demonic and horrific.
This book is shocking and horrific starting in the first scene where five heads are delivered to the village and from there we learn the story of the boys growing into men as we look into the past. It is a look inside a country written by an Iraqi man. It gave the reader another perspective other than that of the American view and the world press. This author did a fantastic job of telling a story of three boys living in a primitive village and what the wars and their upheaval meant to them. Often gruesome as it is, it allows the reader to understand what the culture and mind set was as Iraq was lead by a leader who was as vile as he was cunning. We were given an intimate portrait of friends, their lives, and the utter turmoil of what it was like growing up in set afire. 

Thank you to Muhsin Al-Ramli, Quercus MacLehose Press, and NetGalley for a copy of this most moving story.

domingo, 7 de enero de 2018

Books best 2017 - THE PRESIDENT'S GARDENS

4 THE PRESIDENT'S GARDENS BY MUHSIN AL-RAMLI 

This freshly translated novel is a harrowing depiction of the atrocities the ordinary Iraqi has endured for the past half-century. Ibrahim the Fated survives the horrors of war only to become a gardener in the palace of the late Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein, in whose opulent gardens he is forced to bury thousands of corpses. 

for the Iraqi perspective, turn to Muhsin al-Ramli’s The President’s Gardens, translated by Luke Leafgren (Maclehose), which follows a group of friends growing up under Saddam Hussein. 

The President’s Gardens, By Muhsin Al-Ramli
Many of us are used to seeing Iraq on the news, a Country making headlines or being part of that special report on the news. But what do we really know? How much of an insight do we really have on a part of the world which has often been reduced to a handful of events such as the end of the Saddam Hussein regime, the Gulf War and the 2003 invasion?

ENTREVISTA/ MUHSIN AL-RAMLI /TEATRO


ENTREVISTA - TEATRO
"La invasión americana dejó a niños iraquíes sin familia; la mayoría está ahora en el DAESH"
La Miteu trae desde Madrid al escritor iraquí Muhsin Al-Ramli para presentar el espectáculo "Children of War" (Los niños de la guerra) del grupo Al Salam.
MARTA SALGADO 26/04/2017 
La obra arrancará hoy a las 20,30 horas en el Teatro Principal. Después de la función, el hispanista y académico protagonizará una charla sobre este monodrama de Ali Reysan, que narra el sufrimiento de los iraquíes a lo largo de la historia. 
Una infancia arrebatada por la guerra.
Desde la infancia hasta la muerte los ciudadanos iraquíes son niños. No han vivido su infancia. Todo lo que pasa es demasiado grande para ellos: guerras, dictaduras... "Children of War" tiene mucho simbolismo. Es más poético que explicativo.
¿Cuáles son las secuelas?
Son secuelas de por vida. Los iraquíes nunca han sido terroristas pero algunos han nacido bajo ocupación. Por ejemplo, la invasión americana empezó hace 14 años; es decir, el niño que tenía 10 años ahora tiene 24 años. Y la mayoría está ahora en el grupo terrorista Daesh porque ha perdido su padre, su familia, su casa, su colegio... Iraq nunca ha vivido diez años de paz seguidos. Sufrió 24 ocupaciones. Por eso, la obra es una reflexión del sufrimiento del individuo históricamente hasta hoy. 
¿Cómo vivió usted la guerra con Irán?
Yo tenía 13 años. Era un niño cuando empezó la guerra, en 1980. Duró ocho años. Yo personalmente he visto el cadáver de un primo mío. Millones de huérfanos, de inválidos de guerra y también tenemos viudas. La mujer ha sufrido más que el hombre porque llevaba todo el peso.
¿Qué futuro le espera a Iraq?
Es muy difícil adivinar porque ahora todo el mundo tiene empresas allí. Iraq lo que más sufrió siempre y ahora es por sus vecinos. No queremos perder la esperanza. Por eso, hacemos teatro y arte porque mientras estemos vivos, no perdemos la esperanza. Los pueblos sufren pero no mueren. Las cosas no se arreglarán pronto. Ojalá se termine el petróleo y así todo el mundo nos deje en paz. Después de Arabia Saudí, Iraq es el segundo país de reserva de petróleo y de buena calidad. Por eso, todo el mundo está encima. 
¿Les preocupa que Donald Trump haya llegado a la presidencia de Estados Unidos?
Nosotros no esperamos buenas cosas de los americanos. Son los invasores. Quizás, él sea más directo. No nos engaña. Hemos sufrido décadas de mentira. Un ejemplo es cuando decían que teníamos armas de destrucción masiva. Lo que se puede esperar es que sea franco, que diga 'quiero tal'. Ahora los iraquíes no saben lo que quieren de ellos. 

sábado, 6 de enero de 2018

Muhsin Al-Ramli 伊拉克現代詩100首


En chino
Un poema de Muhsin Al-Ramli, dedicado a su hermano
Y un poema de su hermano Hassan Mutlak
Con unas biografías breves de ambos




 

viernes, 5 de enero de 2018

Baghdad Noir (Iraq)

Baghdad Noir

 (Iraq)

Edited by: Samuel Shimon
One of the world’s most war-torn cities is portrayed through a noir lens in this chilling story collection.

Description

Akashic Books continues its groundbreaking series of original noir anthologies, launched in 2004 with Brooklyn Noir. Each story is set in a distinct neighborhood or location within the city of the book.
Brand-new stories by: Muhsin Al-Ramli, Nassif Falak, Hadia Said, Ahmed Saadawi, Salima Salih, Roy Scranton, Hayet Raies, Mohammed Alwan Jabr, Dheya al-Khalidi, Hussain al-Mozany, Sinan Antoon, Salar Abdoh, Ali Bader, and Layla Qasrany.
Muhsin Al-Ramli

From “I Killed Her Because I Loved Her” 
by contributor Muhsin Al-Ramli:
The neighborhood, timeless with its narrow, smelly lanes, seemed to have been forgotten since it came into being with the foundation of Baghdad in Abbasid times. The streets were pocked with potholes, noisy with the clamor of children playing and the clatter of peddlers’ carts. On the pavement there were piles of putrid, smoldering garbage: the smoke mixed with the smell of spices, grilled meat, and other foods cooking. The houses were crammed with people and were built of old bricks and planks of wood. If they hadn’t been leaning on each other, the only reason they didn’t collapse was that there wasn’t enough space on the ground between them.