Laila Lalami

This Saturday, I will give a reading at the International Conference on Mediterranean Women and Human Development, which takes place in Fez on June 28, 29 and 30. Here are the details:

June 30, 2007
5:00 PM
Reading and Discussion
Fes International Conference on Mediterranean Women
Palais des Congrès
Fes, Morocco

The conference will include talks by the likes of Latifa Jbabdi, Nouzha Skalli, Zakya Daoud, Leila Abouzeid, and Fatima Sadiqi, so be there.

A couple of photos while I have access to an internet connection. Here’s a picture from the reading I gave at Al Akhawayn University in Ifrane. (Great crowd, by the way, and lovely campus.)

I had a couple of friends visiting from the States, and we made a stop in Azrou so they could buy some rugs.

We also visited the Roman ruins at Volubilis. The city was much bigger than I remembered from my last visit, fifteen years ago.

Lastly, an aerial view of Moulay Driss, the ancestral home of my family. The mausoleum had been recently renovated.

I am going to be on the road for the next three to four weeks, with little or no access to the Internet, so I won’t be able to blog. If you subscribe to my XML feed, you’ll know immediately when I resume posting. Otherwise, tune in again in mid-July; I will have some major news to announce.

So Salman Rushdie was finally honored with an honorary knighthood (he’s Sir Salman from now on) and a Pakistani MP apparently thinks that this award justifies suicide attacks. In addition, the Pakistani minister for parliamentary affairs says that the honor “has hurt the sentiments of the Muslims across the world. ” I’d love to know what qualifies her to speak for Muslims across the world. My God. Can you imagine if Rushdie ever wins the Nobel? The loonie fringe will probably blame him for everything from the Iraq war to the fighting in Gaza. Enough.

Edwidge Danticat has an op-ed in the New York Times about the cost of a recent immigration crackdown on families all over the United States. Do read it.

Next Tuesday, I will be reading from Hope and Other Dangerous Pursuits at Al Akhawayn University in Ifrane. Details:

June 19, 2007
5:00 PM
Reading and Discussion
Building 4, Auditorium
Al Akhawayn University
Ifrane, Morocco

(The reading and discussion will be in English. ) Hope to see you there!

A few months ago I received a copy of Dave Eggers’ new novel What is the What, and, after leafing through it, I set it aside to read later. Except that later never came. Something about the book made me uncomfortable, and the encomiums it has received in the press haven’t really changed my mind. London Review of Books contributing editor Thomas Jones expresses that discomfort better than I could:

The book itself makes no attempt to explain how such a hybrid came into being. Readers are twice reassured in small type that ‘all proceeds . . . will go to the Valentino Achak Deng Foundation, which distributes funds to Sudanese refugees in America; to rebuilding Southern Sudan, beginning with Marial Bai; to organisations working for peace and humanitarian relief in Darfur; and to the college education of Valentino Achak Deng.’ But Eggers is repeatedly referred to as ‘the author’, and his is the only name on the cover or the copyright page (the subtitle, ‘The Autobiography of Valentino Achak Deng’, appears only on the title page). This may make sense from the point of view of publicity and sales – Eggers’s name sells books, and selling more books raises awareness of and more funds for the causes that matter most to Achak – but it also inspires unease: Achak may benefit from the text, but he doesn’t own it; he has become a character in a fictionalised version of his life story that legally belongs to someone else. Practically speaking, this hardly matters: the motives for and consequences of Eggers’s actions are unquestionably benevolent, and the book could not have taken the form it has without Achak’s consent and blessing.

And yet, that a story so concerned with so many different forms of dispossession should itself be subject to a variety of appropriation is not unproblematic, and requires a more positive justification than mere silence. Eggers, unlike many of Achak’s American friends and benefactors, does not feature as a character in What Is the What. No doubt it was important to avoid distracting readers with anything that could be mistaken for cute metafictional trickery, one of the less interesting but more remarked-on aspects of Eggers’s first book, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, a lightly fictionalised account of bringing up his younger brother after the deaths of his parents from cancer. But in What Is the What, Eggers is conspicuous by his absence from the narrative, which leaves you wondering how his name came to such solitary prominence on the cover, how the autobiography of Valentino Achak Deng came to be ‘Copyright © Dave Eggers’.

Read the rest of this otherwise positive review here.

The Man Booker International Prize, which is awarded every two years to “a living author for a body of work that has contributed to an achievement in fiction on the world stage,” has been given to Chinua Achebe. I adore and admire Achebe, and could not be happier with the judges’ choice.

Over the last few years, Moroccan requests for visas to go to Mecca for the Hajj pilgrimage have consistently outnumbered the quotas set by the Saudis, so the Moroccan government has been forced to set up lotteries for prospective pilgrims. More than 32,000 applicants will get a chance to win one of 7,700 spots. Such news, of course, makes local headlines, as you can see below from this scan of La Vie Economique. Now notice the ad accompanying the article.

Link via the indispensable Larbi.

Some very upsetting news today: Ousmane Sembene passed away last Sunday, aged 84. A great loss for Senegal, for Africa, and for fans of films and literature everywhere.