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Starting in , Jean Genet—petty thief, prostitute, modernist master—spent two years in the Palestinian refugee camps in Jordan. Always an outcast himself. Prisoner of Love. Jean Genet, Author, Edmund White, Illustrator, Barbara Bray, Translator Wesleyan University Press $35 (p) ISBN Get this from a library! Prisoner of love. [Jean Genet; Barbara Bray].

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When I said the Blacks were the characters on the white page of America, that was too easy an image: Legally speaking, a witness neither opposes nor serves prisonet judges.

Jean Genet came at me from many different direc Gent you remember that oft-repeated scene from twentieth century TV news of an Arab woman beating her chest in mourning and exasperation after the loss of another- sonbrotherdaughter, lover, fatherbrotherneighbor?

The book is amazing because he I’m recommending Prisoner of Love to everyone I know, including my mom, but especially to people who make things and think seriously about the ethics of representation. Perhaps it was women, not men, who invented the segregation of women.

Then in the midst of this aural chaos two little reports from nearby seemed to hurl the din of destruction back. No trivia or venet yet.

Prisoner of Love

But what may they be suffering? So did I fail to understand the Palestinian revolution? The sound of guns and mortars had got nearer, answered by bursts of machine-gun fire and odd rifle-shots from the fedayeen in Irbid. They all had one or two pairs of grenades slung over their shoulders or tied to their belts, and an Algerian teacher who spoke French told me that none of the boys would sleep that night.

At any rate, my musings in the last paragraph don’t do Genet justice. My visible life was nothing but carefully masked pretenses. On the face, it is simple enough prisoenr, French writer living in the Palestinian refugee camps in Jordan between and and chronicles of his stay there.

My hands were attracted by their roundness. A tremor starting in Moscow, Geneva or Tel Aviv would rumble on via Amman to reach out under trees and over the mountains to Jerash and Ajloun. He proudly proclaims, “I’m a pederast! But he knows a realistic description won’t mean anything to anyone, including the judges, unless he adds some light and jan which only he perceived. She went on smiling, and wearing her gun. I half-closed my eyes, pretending I was asleep, but through my lashes I could see everything.

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Reading this book was like eating cheesecake for a week.

It would be made into epics. Throughout the book Genet also takes some interesting gendt into the story of his gendt with the Black Panthers, and makes some boldy poetic connections between their movement and the Palestinian Revolution. In the process known as damascening the patterns are engraved on a prisojer plate and inlaid with gold. If they looked at them from far enough away and on a misty day, people thought the camps must be happy places because of the way the colours of the patches seemed to match: Barber has been a Professor at Kingston University since Am I trapped in this book!

Sep 06, Bettina added it. Every man, though just as decent, brave and considerate, was limited by his own virtues.

It is indeed a book of revelations, if ever there was one. Men and women, whatever their age, were going about certain in the knowledge of where they were and what they were doing. In me there is no gold. The boys, already bold fighters, talked of nothiong but war, in accents much more grandiose than those of the fedayeen.

Was she taken in by my pretence? For when they are not training, they are taking a stroll with Jean, joking around with a friend or teasing each other about their respective brides to be. What had preoccupied me so deeply so long was going to seek out its goal: It’s essentially a memoir, Genet’s last book, written after a long, largely silent period of distancing himself from older work that brought him fame.

The affectionate eloquence used to describe the courage and sensitivity of these soldiers that are frequently aware of their fatal fate and sometimes even the futility of their endeavours, is deeply affecting. Is love anything else but what wakes you up and sends you to sleep?

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Always an outcast himself, Genet was drawn to this displaced people, an attraction that was to prove as complicated for him as it was enduring. It’s really nothing like his other, earlier novels through which he became famous.

Prisoner of Lovewritten some ten years later, when many of the men Genet had known had been killed, and he himself was dying, is a beautifully observed description of that time and those men as well as a reaffirmation of the author’s commitment not only to the Palestinian revolution but to rebellion itself.

Read, highlight, and take notes, across web, tablet, and phone. When I saw that my life was a sort of intaglio or relief in reverse, its hollows became as terrible as abysses.

With his celebrated literary career long abandoned, Geneta homosexual ex-convict and castoff son of a whore, sought a strange kind of sainthood he could never achieve, one that embraced thieves and traitors.

Everyone in Irbid knew at once. This was not a particularly easy-breezy read, but interesting enough for me to want to power through. Books by Jean Genet.

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Before, my memory had been firmly imprinted with the image of a woman strong enough to carry a gun, and to load, aim and fire it. He takes an oath to the public – to the court and the spectators. Genet admits that his reflections were at times somewhat romantic, which is okay.

Being abandoned and left to be brought up as an nean was a birth that was different from but not any worse than most. It falls into the category of books that I know I probably should finish, but just couldn’t focus on.