4th of July Re-Run: Glimpses of Americans in Arabic Literature

Nariman Youssef, fit out with “Americanesque” behaviors, like drinking beer out of cans and waving around a remote control. Rasheed El-Enany, an unnamed Egyptian HE is talking to a New York prostitute SHE, who late in the novella is named as Pamela Graham. On the U.S.’s Independence Day, a few glimpses of Americans in Arabic literature:

Just as strange portraits of Arabs appear in   North   American literature, so Americans, sometimes distorted, arrive in   the pages of Arab and Arabic works. In Yusuf Idris’s   New York 80,   trans. At the story’s center are   four   educated young people   who put a detonator on the Statue of Liberty in order to gain attention for their causes, which include a mishmash of gay marriage and opposition to the war machine. Also, unavoidably, we find American characters in Iraqi creative works. Beyond individual   Americans, there is the importance laid on   portrayals of US military might, as in the appearance of Philip Anderson, the CIA operative in Khaled al-Khalifa’s In Praise of Hatred   (trans. People grow up and yet continue to think like children. They have a long fight over the meaning of her work. May Jayyusi and Christopher Tingley, who we find shooting rapturously at gazelles from the air. In his 1938 novel, Sparrow from the East,   he relied on a somewhat rote   anti-American imagery, as Tasnim Qutait notes over at the Arab Hyphen, with two characters —   Andre and Muhsin — concluding Americans are “creatures of reinforced concrete, without soul or taste or past…if you opened their chest you would find a dollar instead of a heart…they come to this old world thinking that they can but taste for themselves and a past for their country.”
Nearly a half-century later, in 1984, the final story in al-Hakim’s   generally perceptive collection The Revolt of the Young features   Americans. By contrast, the Americans in Iraqi novelist Inaam Kachachi’s   An American Granddaughter,   trans. They aren’t nuanced, but they aren’t supposed to be. To be fair, some of the Arab characters are also typed (the Lebanese are vain and obsessed with makeup and luxury). They are not beer-swilling or remote-weilding, but   are nameless   extensions   of the US’s military might, as where:
“The driver turned the flasher on and a man wearing khaki came out of the passenger side. or is it the other way around, I forget which. Now the Americans have occupied it and surrounded it with walls and checkpoints; our new rulers can live far away from us.”
These faceless Americans have almost nothing in common with the ones of al-Hakim’s or Idris’s imaginations, or of Kachahi’s. Advertisements

Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPrintLinkedInRedditGoogleTumblrPinterestPocketLike this:Like Loading…‹ Bushra al-Fadil First Arabophone Author to Win Caine Prize for African LiteratureCategories: America In the same neat and earnest way, they recited the fact that God is divided into three distinct entities… Indeed, this novel smartly eschews portraying Americans as a single type. I remember a pair of American young men belonging to the Mormon sect, who rang at my door in London one day. He approached the group which had been exchanging good wishes and congratulations and asked who had used the camera — ‘Photography is not allowed here.’ He snatched the camera away from one of the female students, took the film out and warned everyone not to do it again. Or the Sufi American officer and pilot John Parker in   Ibrahim al-Koni’s Bleeding of the Stone, trans. Samah Selim);   and   Ezzedine Choukri Fishere’s sharp-edged, compelling portraits of mostly Arab-Americans in   Embrace at Brooklyn Bridge,   now available in translation by John Peate. Iraqi novelist-poet Sinan Antoon, who lives and teaches in NYC, depicts a different sort of American in his self-translated   The Corpse Washer. You disapprove of my job as prostitute, as if I was your mother caught sinning. Oddly, many of the better portraits are less about the characters themselves than about showing the role the US has played and is playing in Iraq and in the lives of Iraqis. Certainly, there has been satire of Americans that has been hilariously pointed, such as in Egyptian novelist Waguih Ghali’s   Beer in the Snooker Club,   written in English. Yet in both cases, characters move between the uncomfortable to flat to startling   and   perceptive. Certainly, the two situations are not analogous — the “terrorist” character in Updike’s   Terrorist   exists in an entirely different network of meanings than does the wretched Marcia of Mekawwi Said’s Swan Song. In the end, al-Hakim is eager to escape this bizarre America and its greasy food, and one can hardly blame him. Most of us were surprised, but we later realized that the presidential palace was just across the river. They are important because of the power they have wielded as an extension of empire, and it is a critically important view, not least because as it’s a way in which Americans rarely portray themselves. Certainly,   since many Arab novelists have made the US their home, characters have been multiplied: Sonallah Ibrahim’s time in San Francisco in   Amrikanli;   Miral al-Tahawy’s Brooklyn Heights   (trans. We neither sympathize with these young people nor with their accusers. Americans also display an outrageous, on-display   sexuality in Egyptian novelist Bahaa Abdelmeguid’s   Sleeping with Strangers,   translated by Chip Rossetti, who noted in an interview with Three Percent that he didn’t find the portrayal of sexual politics in Boston always quite believable, “Although my hometown has plenty of local color, I’m almost certain that Boston has no co-ed naked saunas.” There’s also an outrageously greedy and violent   American named Marcia in Egyptian novelist Mekkawi Said’s   Swan Song,   which was published in 2007 and shortlisted for the inaugural International Prize for Arabic Fiction. He went outside, got into the car and took off. Here, the prototype of an American woman, Pamela Graham:
What can I say to you? Ghali’s novel satirizes   Egyptians, the English, and everyone else, but he also takes the time to spare a thought for an American named Jack, seen here by the protagonist, Ram:
‘Well,’ he said, ‘we are a team of people going from one country to another, living   with   the people, the   same way   the people are living, sharing their everyday lives, and finding out what they truly think of the States, and finding out how we can foster and encourage friendship between   us   and   you.’   He pulled up a chair and sat, his face near mine, his hand on the back of my chair; every sentence emphasized neatly and concisely. It could be nothing else. Although the military personnel   in Mahmoud Saeed’s “Lizards’ Colony” are sometimes   over-the-top cruel, they are   not unbelievable. My dear, sexual relations between man and woman have been a business deal since the beginning of history. America has often been used to stand in for corruption and a materialist view of sex and intimacy. These characters are   more nuanced than the ones in the 1938 novel, but neither more favorable nor more realistic. Leri Price). Tawfiq al-Hakim (1889-1987), one of Egypt’s greatest twentieth-century authors, was clearly both   compelled and repelled by Americans. Here, the emphasis is less on Americans-qua-Amerians than on how America and Americanness affects Arabs.