“And I remember this man who never ran out of poems telling me once that knowing a book by heart is like carrying a house inside your chest.”
“And I remember this man who never ran out of poems telling me once that knowing a book by heart is like carrying a house inside your chest.”
Hisham Matar
“There and then, sitting beside her and within the strength of my adoration, I felt invincible.”
Hisham Matar, Anatomy of a Disappearance“One's nature is like a mountain”
Hisham Matar, In the Country of Men“I wanted to wear her as you would a piece of clothing, to fold into her ribs, be a stone in her mouth.”
Hisham Matar, Anatomy of a Disappearance“Can you become a man without becoming your father?”
Hisham Matar, In the Country of Men“There has not been a day since his sudden and mysterious vanishing that I have not been searching for him, looking in the most unlikely places. Everything and everyone, existence itself, has become an evocation, a possibility for resemblance. Perhaps this is what is meant by that brief and now almost archaic word: elegy”
Hisham Matar, Anatomy of a Disappearance“And I remember this man who never ran out of poems telling me once that 'knowing a book by heart is like carrying a house inside your chest.”
Hisham Matar, The Return: Fathers, Sons, and the Land in Between“And I remember this man who never ran out of poems telling me once that knowing a book by heart is like carrying a house inside your chest.”
Hisham Matar, The Return: Fathers, Sons, and the Land in Between“Grief loves the hollow”
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