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2018/23: Exit West -- Mohsin Hamid
Tuesday, June 26th, 2018 06:00 pm2018/23: Exit West -- Mohsin Hamid
Saeed and Nadia are citizens of a country that's never named. It might be Syria, or Bosnia, or Columbia: it might be anywhere. The country is being torn apart by civil war, and people are desperate to leave. As though summoned into being by this need for escape, doors are appearing, doors that open onto other places, other countries, though there's no way of knowing where or when: 'a normal door, they said, could become a special door, and it could happen without warning, to any door at all' [loc. 610]. ( non-spoilery )
War in Saeed and Nadia's city revealed itself to be an intimate experience, combatants pressed close together, front lines defined at the level of the street one took to work, the school one's sister attended, the house of one's aunt's best friend, the shop where one bought cigarettes. [loc. 568]
Saeed and Nadia are citizens of a country that's never named. It might be Syria, or Bosnia, or Columbia: it might be anywhere. The country is being torn apart by civil war, and people are desperate to leave. As though summoned into being by this need for escape, doors are appearing, doors that open onto other places, other countries, though there's no way of knowing where or when: 'a normal door, they said, could become a special door, and it could happen without warning, to any door at all' [loc. 610]. ( non-spoilery )
