Half a Century Later, Why Read the Diaries of Waguih Ghali?

But the narrator of these diaries doesn′t stand apart from events. ″No,″ he said, my ′health′ insurance didn′t cover things like psychiatric treatment. This volume encompasses entries written between 1964 and 1966, while Ghali lived and worked in small-town Rheydt, Germany. As the narrator of his own life, Ghali is less Ram and more Dostoevsky′s Underground Man, obsessed with romantic relationships, the German people, his writing and the crippling depression that led to his January 1969 suicide
Diana Athill preserved Ghali’s diaries after his death and used them in her 1986 memoir “After a Funeral”. The second volume is due to be published later this year
Mania and depression
The diaries open in May 1964, with a stated aim of balancing Ghali′s mental landscape and managing his depression. ″Don′t laugh at me,″ I told him, ″The suffering is unbearable.″ He didn′t laugh because I had warned him, but he smiled. The Egyptian writer′s only novel, ″Beer in the Snooker Club″, was published to critical acclaim in 1964. The Ghali who wrote ″Beer in the Snooker Club″ would have heightened and expanded this interaction, extracting all its inherent ridiculousness. Keep reading at   Qantara. Next month, AUC Press will release the second volume of the   diaries of Waguih Ghali,   to be titled   The Diaries of Waguih Ghali – An Egyptian Writer in the Swinging Sixties Volume 2: 1966–68:
The first volume, which covered the years 1964-66, was reviewed in   Qantara   by ArabLit’s editor:
Fans have waited four decades for the first volume of ″The Diaries of Waguih Ghali″. The semi-autobiographical fiction was Ghali′s one big hit, but he didn′t drift into oblivion – instead, he′s remained a cult favourite down the decades, beloved for his book′s shifting registers of wit and its depictions of 1950s Britain and Egypt. Athill apparently lost the diaries in a move, but a researcher had made photocopies and in 2014 they were made available through Cornell University. But this is Ghali of real life and the situation is dire. The current terminology wouldn′t have been available to him, but Ghali was well aware of his swings between two poles:   ″[S]ometimes,″ he writes, I ″get marvellous joie de vivre-ness and exaltations, which I try to control and to quieten down because I feel it is not normal.″ These bouts of joie de vivre are followed by periods of suffocating depression. But he prefaces this entry by saying, ″I don′t really go in for things like that.″
More representative are the scenes that unfold between a drunken Ghali, his younger girlfriend′s racist and abusive parents and the small-town German police. At one point, late in the diaries, Ghali does attend a fashionable Dusseldorf party where he briefly joins the swinging lifestyle, kissing a number of women. A more accurate subtitle might be: ″A Study in Depression, Drinking and Failed Love Affairs in Post-Nazi Germany″ or simply ″Self Destruction″. If these encounters had been narrated by Ram, the protagonist of ″Beer in the Snooker Club″, we might expect Ram′s insightful, absurdist humour. Volume 1′s subtitle, ″An Egyptian Writer in the Swinging Sixties″, makes a somewhat odd introduction to the diaries. Ghali does attempt to curb his self-destructive behaviours – he particularly tries to stop drinking and to write more often – but he′s largely unsuccessful. For a short time, the pills even seem to work. Instead, he′s deeply embedded in his obsessions, his desperation and his feelings of powerlessness. Advertisements

Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPrintLinkedInRedditGoogleTumblrPinterestPocketLike this:Like Loading…‹ For Second Time in 18 Years, Arabic Short Story Shortlisted for Caine PrizeCategories: diaries, Egypt At one point, he attempts to address the root of the problem, approaching his physician with a self-diagnosis. ″Beer″ also saw a renaissance of interest post-2011, when its depiction of Egypt′s 1952 revolution was held up against contemporary events. Ghali is grateful for the serotonin pills the clueless doctor provides. People, in West Germany, don′t as a rule, suffer from such things.