Nael Eltoukhy
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reluctantm | 1 weitere Rezension | Jan 30, 2015 |
reluctantm | 1 weitere Rezension | Jan 30, 2015 | 
An interesting read, but thoroughly unlikeable characters. Fleeing from one crime, then committing one crime after another, in the name of revenge, the women of Karantina, and many of the men too, were hellbent on wiping out anyone who had offended in any way, and gaining power by devious and bloodthirsty ways.
There were a few lighter moments, but on the whole these were not people you would want to meet. Some interesting twists.
There were a few lighter moments, but on the whole these were not people you would want to meet. Some interesting twists.
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Reading, I kept being reminded of something. It took a good third of the way through the book for me to figure it out. Women of Karantina was reminding me of One Hundred Years of Solitude. Both have a family, although in Women of Karantina, some members are bonded by blood, others bonded by proximity. They have exploits, wild, crazy, revolving exploits, in Alexandria, whirling up and pulling more and more people in, like being swept down a drain or swept up in a sandstorm. The whole thing is a folly, the silliness and the megalomania and the scheming and the treachery and every plan failing and succeeding marvelously at the same time. Is it as polished and magical as One Hundred Years of Solitude? No, but it comes close.
(Oh Hamada, sometimes I feel like that too.) But, with the above quote, we can see how Women of Karantina isn't as accomplished as One Hundred Years of Solitude; do we really need that added phrase "like something worthless"? That's understood. Trust your readers to figure it out. There are also repetitions of certain phrases, characters changing personalities and tastes on a whim, a narrator that is sometimes a bit too intrusive for eir own good, and background about Alexandria dumped into the story when I would rather get back to the story of the main characters, not learn about how Alexandria once tried to ban tobacco and hookahs. We have dreams (but that's clearly an issue I have no one else, since every book I read people talk about their dreams) as shortcuts for character development, and the cheap trick of someone's friend turning out to be dum dum dum a figment of his imagination. Plus the use of faggot for virtually every insult. Oh my goodness, you have all of Arabic at your disposal, switch up the insults (or at least, drop the homophobic one for something else). So almost magical, but not quite.
As to the translation, my knowledge of Arabic hovers an epsilon away from zero, but often the verb tense didn't fit. There's a lot of the omniscient narrator using (and I had to look this up) present continuous in the story, i.e. "We are still in the early days of Spring" and "Inji and Ali are now satisfied that their path is secure." Each time it happened, I was pushed out of the story. Perhaps this is how the present tense works in Arabic (come on Duolingo people, let's get working on an Arabic course for me) and the translator wanted to keep the feeling of a tale originally spun in Arabic? I don't know. It stuck out.
Still, for all my whinging in the last few paragraphs, I enjoyed Women of Karantina. Awful people doing awful things to each other, but still, it earns my smile.
Women of Karantina by Nael Eltoukhy went on sale January 15, 2015.
I received a copy free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.… (mehr)