Monday, 6 September 2021

What I'm reading: Looking for sanctuary


This reads like a “companion piece” to The Boy from Aleppo, which I reviewed at the beginning of this year. The Beekeeper is, if anything, even more heartbreaking.

Nuri Ibrahim is the beekeeper in war-torn Syria. His wife, Afra, a gifted artist, has been blinded in an explosion which killed their only son. Vandals have destroyed Nuri’s beehives. His partner has fled to England with his family and urges Nuri and Afra to join them. They have enough funds to pay people smugglers if they can reach a transit point. They flee by road to Turkey and then by boat to a Greek island. Nuri is haunted by a boy they meet – and lose – along the way, a boy the same age as their son. They also cross paths with other refugees from many lands, all desperate to reach a place of sanctuary.

Alternate chapters show them being “processed” for asylum on the UK south coast, so we know they will reach safety. Their treatment by those who process them is chaotic but humane.

Christy Lefteri worked with a refugee centre in Athens and has constructed this novel out of the stories of the people she met there. She writes with a vivid, simple clarity; “inside the person you know, there is a person you do not know.” There must be hundreds – thousands – of stories as harsh and as poignant as this, people who were born at the wrong time in the wrong place. The Beekeeper of Aleppo is as profoundly moving as Khaled Hosseini’s A Thousand Splendid Suns. 

Wednesday, 1 September 2021

What I'm reading: Lesbian lives - joys and disappointments

 V G LEE: Oh You Pretty Thing

A collection of lesbian short stories would not be my usual choice of holiday reading, but I enjoyed this selection immensely. Valerie Lee is a member of Gay Authors Workshop, one of our most talented members, I have to say. Several of her stories feature women who married men before they realized they preferred the company of women. Lesbians with straight women friends is another recurring theme, which generates some crisp comedy, like Deirdre in the final story: ‘I am not a lesbian, but I’m open to temptation.

V.G.Lee’s ladies live ordinary lives. They experience small joys, small slights, small disappointments. In the title story, a novella, Julie’s marriage disintegrates slowly and cruelly. In another ironically titled novella, The Time of Their Lives, Cathy remembers her vile father: “We needed the handprints he’d left across our lives to fade”; she more fondly recalls a lesbian aunt who danced in and out of her nieces’ lives and left an indelibly glamorous wake.

These are fiercely honest stories written in a crystal clear prose. This is very, very fine writing.