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47 Zionist Colonialism in Palestine by Fayez A. Sayegh

A 1965 pamphlet by one of the founders of the PLO. I do not intend to get into a flamewar over the book on this forum. However, if you're curious what I thought and would like to get into a good faith discussion, I might be willing to take it to email.
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40. Reza Aslan, How to Win a Cosmic War: God, Globalization, and the End of the War on Terror

A non-fiction pop book dealing with a wide range of subjects, from the history of the state of Israel, to the difference between Islamist groups like Hamas and the Muslim Brotherhood and Jihadist groups like al-Qa'ida (as well as the inaccuracy of referring to al-Qa'ida as any kind of unified group), to historical examples of other 'cosmic wars' such as the Crusades or the Zealot rebellions of the Roman Empire, to the history of Fundamentalist Christianity in the United States, to others. He doesn't always tie these many, many topics together as tightly as one might wish, but if you look at the book as a smorgasbord of various information about the "war on terror", it's a pretty awesome book.

One of my favorite things about Aslan is that he's a much more lyrical, thoughtful writer than I tend to expect from pop non-fiction. Let me quote a paragraph at you: "When I close my eyes, I see white. Strange how synesthetic memory can be. I am certain the insular town of Enid, Oklahoma, where my family alighted three decades ago, was chockablock with buildings, homes, churches, parks. And surely other seasons came and went in the stretch of time we lived there, months when the city's empty streets were not blanketed in snow and the sky did not rumble with dark and silvery clouds. But I remember none of that. Only the clean, all-encompassing whiteness of Enid, Oklahoma, snow as it heaped on the sidewalks, perched on the trees, and settled evenly over the glassy lake." See? How can you not be willing to spend a couple of hundred pages with the man, even if he wasn't telling you fascinating, important things.

Overall, I think I prefer Aslan's other book, No God But God, to this one, but for a broad summary of many things relating to modern Middle Eastern politics and the American response, this book is great.
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17. Getting It by Alex Sanchez

Getting It centers on 15-year-old Carlos Amoroso, who is not only a virgin but has never even been kissed. He has a crush on a girl named Roxy, and after watching Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, decides he needs a gay guy to give him a makeover. He asks Sal, a senior at his school, and Sal agrees - but only if Carlos helps him set up a Gay-Straight Alliance at their school.

I enjoyed the way Carlos changed over the course of the book. At the start he was fairly homophobic, and was embarrassed to be seen even talking to Sal. He also struggled to stand up for himself, against his friends and family, and had a whole bundle of insecurities. Seeing him grow in confidence, and seeing him start to genuinely support Sal, was lovely. It's a bit different from mmost of Sanchez's books, focusing on a straight character, but if you like his books you'll probably like this too.

18. Where The Streets Had A Name by Randa Abdel-Fattah

13-year-old Hayaat lives in Bethlehem. Her family used to own an olive grove, but were forced to leave by settlers, and now the six of them live in a small two-bedroom flat. Not long before the events of the book, Hayaat was caught up in a protest. Her best friend was killed by a rubber bullet, and Hayaat left badly scarred.

Now, her sister is preparing for her wedding, while her grandmother is ill after a stroke. Hayaat believes she could save her grandmother's life if she brings her a handful of soil from the Jerusalem garden she left behind years before - it's just a few miles away, but in between is the Wall. Hayaat and her friend Samy set out on a mission to find the soil.

I think this is my favourite of Abdel-Fattah's books. It's more depressing, but I think better-written than the other two. It tries to show the effect curfews, checkpoints, travel restrictions and the Wall have on daily life in Palestine. Hayaat herself is likeable, although I think I prefer her friend Samy.

One thing that did make me go WTF, unconnected to the book: on the back of the UK cover, they've managed to spell her name wrong. 'Hyaat'. In big letters along the top. Seriously, shouldn't they have someone who checks that sort of thing?
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 #6.  Red Suitcase, Naomi Shihab Nye
1994, American Poets Continuum

Oh, this is... odd.  I really thought I had posted a longish review of this book last month, but it seems to have been devoured by the monsters that devour things in the ether.  Which is too bad.

It will be replaced, then, by a short-ish review now.  Naomi Shihab Nye is an American poet who lives in Texas; she was born to an American mother and a Palestinian father whose family had recently been dispossessed of their land.  This slim volume (I know -- received language, but it totally is) had been sitting on my shelf for a while.  Naomi Shihab Nye had been mentioned in a list of poets admired by some people I admire, so I brought it up to my room when the book caught my eye, and now (well, in April) I took the opportunity to read it.

I was... mildly disappointed.  I wanted to like her poems, and indeed I do like them, I enjoyed reading them while I was reading them (and this is not the case for every poet I read -- far from it).  But this work doesn't stick in my mind; I couldn't remember it later, when I tried.  I re-read a lot of the book, and still liked it, and still couldn't remember it later.  So it may be that I need, or like, or demand a more forceful poetry.  Possibly Nye is too subtle for me, or too mature.

But it is also true that much of her poetry made me feel comforted, somehow.  It made me feel a little like cool rain.  There is a lot of cool rain in April, and there are a lot of things out there that can make a person feel comforted but still don't deserve to be called art.  But this is not just chicken soup for the whatever.  Gentle rain is very valuable.

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1. Joe Sacco, Palestine: The Special Edition.

In 1991, aghast at what his U.S. tax dollars were financing and how poorly the U.S. media was covering it, journalist and comic artist Joe Sacco went to the Occupied Palestinian Territories to research material for a comic book (Sacco eschews the term "graphic novel") about the Israeli occupation. Palestine is a forthright documentation of that trip: a mix of stories of the Occupation, plus his own roller-coaster of emotions as a privileged outsider, alternately perceiving himself as champion and vampire. Many times he is challenged by the people who tell him stories: they have told these stories many times before; what is the point of telling them again, to him? Will his retelling be listened to any better than anyone who came before him? And more importantly, will anyone ever support them in anything more than words?

Sacco does not try to tell "both sides" in Palestine: as he points out in the introduction, he can safely assume that U.S. audiences are familiar with Israel's side. Instead, Sacco gives a short overview of the socio-political history of Palestine, 1917-1948, itemizes life under military occupation, and details the Catch-22 legal web of economic colonization. Sacco is correct: these are stories that are not often told by the U.S. mainstream media. But even though Sacco doesn't aim to tell both sides, both sides are there, but viewed against the context of the Occupation. As the pages went by, I began to hear the oft-repeated phrase from Israeli interviewees, "We just want peace," as not a desire for peace but a desire for the Palestinians to stop fighting back. At the end of Sacco's trip, two Tel Aviv women insist on telling Sacco the Israeli side of the story -- but my eye is distracted by the coiffures, the clean lines of their suits, the wealth of the Tel Aviv streetscape behind them.

Personally, I found this a very difficult book to read: the language of Zionism is the language of Manifest Destiny, right down to the rhetorical notion that Palestine was empty ("a land without a people"), just waiting for industrious "Pioneers" and "settlers" to make it blossom. (I would list more parallels -- they never seemed to end -- but gah.) Usually, I blow through a graphic novel in a few days. This one took months, just because it took that long to process the rage many of the details triggered. It's not like I didn't know that American contritition about Manifest Destiny was false; believe me, I knew. But that it's all playing out again, and with U.S. backing, as if not a damned thing had been learned... I wish someone else was writing this review, because I cannot find a center to write it from.

There's good stuff here. The introductory materials for the Special Edition are also strong, with Sacco discussing the pitfalls of what he tried to do in the comic, and some of the poor choices he made. (Early on, for example, Sacco drew in the Bigfoot style, with the effect of making everyone into highly racialized caricatures.) That introspection appears in the comic, too, as Sacco narrates his reactions to the stories he was hearing. Sometimes the in-comic meta seems tiresome; other times absolutely necessary. If nothing else, it keeps bringing the reader back to the questions: Why did you choose to listen to these stories? And now that you are hearing them, what do you intend to do?

The ending is heartbreaking and brilliant. The final spread:
The bus taking me away left Israel and entered the Gaza Strip on its way to the Rafah border crossing... We carefully skirted Palestinian population centers, but it soon became apparent and word spread -- the driver was lost... He stopped at a Jewish settlement for directions... But a few minutes later we were heading for what looked like a Palestinian refugee camp or town... You could see the kids in the distance taking cover on each side of the road... If we continued that way, we were going to get stoned... The driver backed the bus up and turned it around... He stopped at a small army post and asked for more directions...

And with that final ellipsis, the comic ends. He stopped at a small army post and asked for more directions...

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