The Dreams

The Dreams

Book - 2004
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In this new collection of his shortest short stories, the Egyptian Nobel laureate has reduced fictional form to its most essential level, while retaining his justifiably famous mastery of the storytelling art. A man finds that all the streets in this neighborhood have turned into a circus - but his joy at the sight changes to anger when he sees he cannot escape it anywhere, even in his own home. A group of lifelong friends meet to trade jokes in a familiar alley - only to face a sudden, deadly flood that echoes the revenge taken by an ancient Egyptian queen upon the men who murdered her husband. A girl from the dreamer's childhood flies with him from his native lane on a cart drawn by a winged horse, to become a star in the firmament above the Great Pyramid. Such is the stuff of Naguib Mahfouz's The Dreams - his first major work since a knife attack by a religious fanatic in 1994 left him unable to write for several years. First serialized in a Cairo magazine, The Dreams is a unique and haunting mixture of the deceptively quotidian, the seductively lyrical, and the savagely nightmarish - the richly condensed sum of more than nine decades of artistic genius and everyday experience.
Publisher: Cairo, Egypt ; New York , NY: American University in Cairo Press, c2004
ISBN: 9789774248665
977424866X
Characteristics: xviii, 125 p. ; 22 cm
Additional Contributors: Stock, Raymond T.,

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YellowKarr
Oct 12, 2018

“When evening comes...
How long ago were we here?
Old closeness from the beautiful past,
If only you could return.
She said, how Time has mocked you since our parting!
And I told her, I seek refuge in God, but it was you, not Time.
What’s gone is gone, O my heart...
Say goodbye to your passion — forget it and forget me.
Time that has gone will not come back again...
I cannot forget you.
We lived a lot and saw a lot —
And he who lives sees wonders.”

“I saw myself wandering in Abbasiya in the vastness of my memories, recalling the late Lady Eye. So I contacted her by telephone, & there I welcomed her with a passionate heart. I suggested that we spend the evening together in Fishawi Café, as in out happiest days. But when we reached the familiar place, the deceased blind bookseller came over to us & greeted us warmly - though he scolded the early departed Eye for her long absence.
She told him what had kept her awaybwas Death. But he rejected that excuse — for Death, he said, can never come between lovers.”

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