Saleem Haddad
Autor/a de Guapa
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Obres de Saleem Haddad
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Etiquetat
Coneixement comú
- Data de naixement
- 1983
- Gènere
- male
- Lloc de naixement
- Kuwait City
Membres
Ressenyes
Llistes
Premis
Potser també t'agrada
Autors associats
Estadístiques
- Obres
- 1
- També de
- 4
- Membres
- 217
- Popularitat
- #102,846
- Valoració
- 3.9
- Ressenyes
- 8
- ISBN
- 14
- Llengües
- 4
It doesn't matter the sexual orientation of the humans involved, i get grossed out by sex scenes in books. It makes me decrease the stars I rate it, and it only detracts from the work.
Two young men are in love. One of them lives with his grandmother, and has a translation service, having studied English in a college in the U.S. The other is from the upper class and lives with his parents.
The country is going through upheavals:
2016 Paperback Other Press LLC
P.78-9:
"for a long time interpreting felt like the purest form of bridging worlds. if I couldn't say what is truly on my mind then at least I would be able to mold the words of others, illuminating each world for the other and finding the point where both meet. a bridge is a position of power, and whenever possible I try to use such power for good. But when I see that the words I am asked to translate are blatant lies then it is my job to do something. because if the lies come out of my mouth, if they pass through me even if they belong to someone else am I not complicit in them? In those situations, I misinterpret. there's an art to misinterpreting. It needs to be done subtly so that it doesn't cause chaos, but just enough to leave a lingering sense of confusion. Nowadays, when everything is uncertain, it is easier than ever to misinterpret. Lies are everywhere. They hang from our lips, lies built on more lies until we don't know what the truth is anymore. that is the moment when misinterpreting can do good. But words have power. America taught me that."
Guapa, the title of the book, is the name of a bar. In the basement of Guapa, is an after hours gay scene.
P.126:
"many of the best looking men only had eyes for the foreigners, because they were a get out of jail free card. the reality is that the get out of jail free card only materialized for a lucky handful over the years, so much so that I don't understand why those poor men even bother. but you could immediately tell from the type of Foreigner that came in what goods he wanted to purchase. some of them were slight, wearing expensive suits and constantly touching their coiffured hair. the manly men, the taxi drivers, banking on a piece of ass and a foreign passport, would rush over, light The Foreigner's cigarette, and puff out their chests. when a foreigner strutted in with his balls hanging like two footballs, the younger boys would clamor around him, batting their eyelashes, their butts up in the air for the Foreigner to take a sniff and make a selection."
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