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فهرس review Ê PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook ¶ Sinan Antoon returns to the Ira war in a poetic and provocative tribute to reclaiming memory Widely celebrated author Sinan Antoon’s fourth and most sophisticated novel follows Nameer a young Irai scholar earning his doctorate at Harvard who is hired by filmmakers to help document the devastationD with the catalogue and obsessed with Wadood’s project Nameer finds life in New York movingly intertwined with fragments from his homeland’s past and its present destroyed letters verses epigraphs and anecdotes in this stylistically ambitious panorama of the wreckage of war and the power of memory. Sinan continues to shine thoughtful and would need to read it many times poetic yet real

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The 2003 invasion of Ira During the excursion Nameer ventures to al Mutanabbi street in Baghdad famed for its bookshops and encounters Wadood an eccentric bookseller who is trying to catalogue everything destroyed by war from objects buildings books and manuscripts flora and fauna to humans   Entruste. Sinan and his magic powers as usual i read the novel with a great passion you've never let me down with the details you see by your soul that can blow your mind It's like a time machine makes you live in the present past and future at the same time He has the eyes for details the details you can never realize he brought back all the things to life and shared their lives with usSuch a book can bring back your soul that you've lost a long time ago thank you Sinan for the great feelings

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فهرسSinan Antoon returns to the Ira war in a poetic and provocative tribute to reclaiming memory Widely celebrated author Sinan Antoon’s fourth and most sophisticated novel follows Nameer a young Irai scholar earning his doctorate at Harvard who is hired by filmmakers to help document the devastation of. Reading this while the current events unfurled was uite an experience For years death and destruction have taken turns slapping us and our cities every morning They erase all names the names of places and loved ones one after another Sometimes they erase them with the blood red color that leaves the wounds open At others with the black that blocks out the Irai sun and makes its long night even longer