Being Abbas el Abd

Being Abbas el Abd

Ahmed Alaidy
Translated by Humphrey Davies
Copyright Date: 2006
Pages: 144
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    Being Abbas el Abd
    Book Description:

    “The millennial generation’s most celebrated literary achievement."—Al-Ahram Weekly “The first glimmer of hope for a true fictional renaissance—an instantly rewarding read embraced by an unprecedented range of literary figures"—The Daily Star What is madness?" asks the narrator of Ahmed Alaidy’s jittery, funny, and angry novel. Assuring readers that they are about to find out, the narrator takes us on a journey through the insanity of present-day Cairo—in and out of minibuses, malls, and crash pads, navigating the city’s pinball machine of social life with tolerable efficiency. But lurking under the rocks in his grouchy, chain-smoking, pharmaceutically-oriented, twenty-something life are characters like his elusive psychiatrist uncle with a disturbing interest in phobias. And then there’s Abbas, the narrator’s best friend who surfaces at critical moments to drive our hero into uncontrollably multiplying difficulties. For instance, there’s the ticklish situation with the simultaneous blind-dates Abbas has set up for him on different levels of a coffee-shop in a Cairo mall with two girls both called Hind. With friends like Abbas, what paranoiac needs enemies?

    eISBN: 978-1-61797-065-8
    Subjects: Language & Literature

Table of Contents

  1. Front Matter
    (pp. [i]-[viii])
  2. An Introduction You Can Suck or Shove
    (pp. 1-2)

    SHE WASN’T A CORPSE YET.

    Hind doesnʹt like wasting time because sheʹs never been like other girls.

    Place: Geneina Mall, the Ladiesʹ Toilet.

    Hind writes the mobile phone number on the insides of the doors of the toilets with a waterproof lipstick, then passes a Kleenex soaked in soda water over it, ʹcos that way, cupcake, it canʹt be wiped off!

    I told her to write it at the eye level of a person sitting on the toilet seat.

    Above it two words: CALL ME

    Why?

    Because these things happen.

    The woman goes into the toilet to relieve herself.

    The...

  3. Chapter 1
    (pp. 3-6)
  4. Chapter 2
    (pp. 7-14)
  5. Chapter 3
    (pp. 15-20)
  6. Chapter 4
    (pp. 21-24)
  7. Chapter 5
    (pp. 25-38)
  8. Chapter 6
    (pp. 39-50)
  9. Chapter 7
    (pp. 51-74)
  10. Chapter 8
    (pp. 75-90)
  11. Chapter 9
    (pp. 91-102)
  12. Chapter 10
    (pp. 103-108)
  13. Chapter 11
    (pp. 109-122)
  14. A Postscript You Can neither Stop nor Get Around
    (pp. 123-126)

    HE WASN’T A CORPSE YET.

    Abdullah doesnʹt like wasting time because heʹs never been like other boys.

    Place: Geneina Mall, the Menʹs Toilet.

    Abdullah writes the mobile phone number on the insides of the doors of the toilets with a waterproof Parker pen, then passes a Kleenex soaked in soda water over it ʹcos that way, Neddy, it canʹt be wiped off!

    I told him to write it at the eye level of a person sitting on the toilet seat.

    Above it two words: CALL ME

    Why?

    Because these things happen.

    The man goes into the toilet to relieve himself....

  15. Translator’s Note
    (pp. 127-132)
  16. Back Matter
    (pp. 133-136)