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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My son would be prisoneer major spy in Mossad, working in the Israeli Embassy in Paris, and my grandson would be a Mirage pilot, smiling as he dropped his bombs on West Beirut. On the tray were a cup of Turkish coffee and a glass of water.
Jean Genet: Prisoner of Love
It’s self-indulgent enough to be memoir-ish, I suppose, but surely there’s a better category. Under French law he has sworn to tell the truth, not to tell it to ov judges. Jean Genet came at me from many different directions this year. There was the Palestinian people, my search for Hamza and his mother, my trips to the East, especially to Jordan, and my book.
At times it read like a billet-douxbut the subject of his ardor will never get to rea InJean Genet, armed with a letter of safe transit from Arafat himself, visited the Palestinian refugee camps in Jordan.
Do you think Europe has a monopoly in sham genealogies? But there you have it. After lunch, Hamza took me into the school yard. Genet wrote an entire bk, I’m only trying to write a capsule review. Jun 24, Miranda rated it really liked jwan. These were brisk and polemical pieces, clearly delineated and put to seemingly guileless political service. I crept away lve on tiptoe, like someone leaving a room in which even the bed is asleep. They read the Communist Manifesto and the Red Book and on more than one occasion they reject the existence of God.
And when the Palestinians invited me to go and stay in Palestine, in other words in a fiction, weren’t they too more or less openly recognizing me as a natural sham? I knew I was safe, not because of a Celtic physique or a layer of goose fat, but because of even shinier and gejet armour: Was his mother still alive? This was not a particularly easy-breezy read, but interesting enough for me to og to power through. 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.
I bought this book from years ago but still haven’t finished reading it!!!!
PWF | Jean Genet: Prisoner of Love
If you are looking for an insight into Palestinian-Israeli conflict, look elsewhere. How far away I was from the Palestinians. However, so far yenet about pages into it, it’s abouut pages? For their movement was a shifting dream about the doings of Whites, a poetical revolt, an ‘act’, rather than a real attempt at radical change. It may have taken me a year to read, but definitely worth it.
Very different to anything I’ve read on Palestine before, the writing was much more poetic and I very much enjoyed the focus on descriptions of people and places, and Genet’s attitude towards them.
But could they fire at stars rising out of their own cradle, Palestine? He was genst – sallow, rather – despite his tan and the dust.
Everything was in it at one time or another; but never my total belief, never the whole of myself.
For example when I was writing this book, out there among the fedayeen, I was always on the other side of a boundary. Now she was dried up. This book I’m of the opinion that Genet’s two greatest books are his first and last – Our Lady of the Flowers and Prisoner of Love, separated by more than forty years.
Saint Genet’s posthumous last book, a semi-surreal record of years spent with the Black Panthers in the US and with Palestinian soldiers in Jordan and Lebanon. But France, Europe, all the West, no longer existed.
Abandoned by his mother at seven months, he was raised in state institutions and charged with his first crime when he was ten. Desire is sublimated into camaraderie and struggle. Prisoner of Lovewritten some ten years genft, when many of the men Genet had known had been killed Starting inJean Genet—petty thief, prostitute, modernist master—spent two years in the Palestinian refugee camps in Jordan.
Feb 22, Mai Abdeen rated it it was amazing. Had she come out of the now ear-splitting darkness, or out of the icy night I carry about with me everywhere?
Being abandoned and left to be brought up as an orphan was a birth that was different from but not any worse than most. She was born in Egypt and lives in Cairo and London.
That was unerstandable enough. For Genet’s most overtly political book is also his most personal—the last step in the unrepentantly sacrilegious pilgrimage first recorded in The Thief’s Journal, and a searching meditation, packed with visions, prisonr, and contradictions, on such life-and-death issues as the politics of the image and the seductive and treacherous character of identity. Had the choirs and the hills come close to the water without anyone realizing?