The Harafish
by Naguib Mahfouz
This author writes like no other. In very short paragraph-chapters he gives readers everything a good story requires. Mahfouz is a poet, and yet he holds back from making his stories overly imaginary and surreal. His stories fully express everyday encounters people experience in life. And he does it with such flair.
The story "The Harafish" is an epic, multigenerational tale that takes place mostly in this one Egyptian alley (neighborhood). The people and their relationships are in constant motion, entangling themselves into what makes them a surviving community. Nothing stays the same as time moves on, babies are born and the old die off. Of note is how quickly time passes in this story. A child can age thirty to fifty years just as quickly as an old man can take his last breath and depart. It only takes a few pages for anything to occur in the alley. And yet nothing is left to rot.
What I personally like about reading "The Harafish" is I can stop and start my reading with little effort before getting wrapped up in the ongoings of the alley once more. The older names sometimes dimmer with the passing of generations, but the new names are so active and vivid that they keep refreshing the story. It's like having a built-in floor cleaner, constantly coming through and buffing away remnants of waste from previous tenants. Yes, the story always seems to refresh itself. Never boring and always offering something new while occasionally reflecting on the old. I like it.
A theme in this story is family member disappearance, while others arrive to eventually carry on family character traits and tradition. It is a battle between good and evil within a family and community. Between these two extremes lie "The Harafish." and all that comes and goes and comes once more into the alley.
pg236. She was struck forcibly by the idea that a woman's weakness is her emotions; and that her relationships with men should be rational and calculated. (Zahira, a most beautiful young woman realizes every woman should be Rational and Calculating in their relationships with men)
I found the sixth of the ten tales most striking in its telling of the life and character of Zahira. Wow, what an end to a tale. You saw it coming and yet you raced on through paragraph after paragraph, hoping to see the oncoming destruction right down to the dark, smoldering smoke and cinders left in a pile for all in the alley to see. A woman driven wicked by her own beauty and desires.
If only her mother had not arranged her marriage as a child.
If only she had found contentment with being the wife of a baker.
If only she weren't so beautiful.
Beauty cannot co-exist with power and money. They will somehow destroy her beauty and leave behind an ugly pile of rubble. Zahira had become rich and powerful, but the beauty that helped her acquire all this was the same perpetrator who sealed her fate.
Zahira became Irrational and Miscalculated her relationships with men. The tale warns us of this behavior in women earlier.
"A woman must be rational and calculated in her relationships with men."
Oh yes! Of all the tales I had read up to that point, Zahira's gripped me the strongest. It is an episode I will long remember for its power in showing the connections between beauty and tragedy in life.
pg405. The first Ashur had relied on his own strength, while he had made the harafish into an invincible force. His ancestor had been carried away by his passion; he would stand firm like the ancient wall. No, he repeated firmly. That was his sweetest victory: his victory over himself.
(Know and conquer Thyself. Ashur learned from stories of his ancestors' things to avoid in life if he were to be a great leader. Even greater than his al-Nagi namesake who began it all.)
pg406. He squatted on the ground, lulled by his feeling of contentment and the pleasant air. One of those rare moments of existence when a pure light glows. When body, mind, time and place are all in harmony.
And the voices sang:
Last night they relieved me of all my sorrows
In the darkness they gave me the water of life.
A Wonderful Story. Not just a great story well written, but one in which its assemblage and linking of each short chapter as you read onward is uniquely genius.
I had read this author's "Midaq Alley" many years ago while traveling across country via Amtrak. This story and style brought back to me that wonderful first discovery of his writing. My only little gripe might be in similar names confusing me at times when returning to the book, but never enough to completely lose me for any length of time.
I am so glad this book chose me off the shelf. What an amazing epic of short stories weaved into a family historical saga. 5 stars
Born December 12, 1911, Naguib Mahfouz was an Egyptian writer who won the 1988 Nobel Prize for Literature.
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