Mansoura Ez-Eldin’s new novel,
which challenges deeply held views about Middle-Eastern women, is a far cry
from chick-lit, writes Mohammad Al-Urdun.
WRITING this novel left
Egyptian author Mansoura Ez-Eldin wracked by doubts.
Not just because it was her
first novel, but because in it she challenges some deeply held views about
women.
Readers in the Middle East, she
feared, weren’t completely at ease with such an unconventional novel from a
woman – even in Egypt with one of the most progressive literary scenes in the
region. There were still taboos.
Over the past few years Ez-Eldin
has made a name for her bold, experimental writing. Since moving to Cairo from
a village by the Nile, she’s been feted as one of Egypt’s fastest-rising
thirtysomething women writers. It is no surprise she’s caught the eye of
several international publishers.
Yet Ez-Eldin still frets that
she may have gone a step too far with Maryam’s Maze.
“Arab readers aren’t used to
this style from an Arab writer – especially from a woman,” she says. “I felt
like I’d committed a crime.”
As things turned out, Maryam’s
Maze was praised for being “avant-garde” and “eerily gothic” and Ez-Eldin for
her “fearlessness” in testing new ground.
She’s one of the women writers
who have pushed themselves to the forefront in Egypt, a country rocked by
western and Islamist forces, and by conflicts in Iraq and Palestine. So when
they grapple with gender, sex, family and everyday life, what they produce is
far from glossy chick-lit.
That’s not to say Ez-Eldin
writes in overt political tones. She produces a style of her own. In Maryam’s
Maze she has created a smoke-and-mirrors
psychological thriller with an
eerie twist.
Maryam is a young woman who
wakes to find her life turned upside down, her lover vanished and her closest
friend disappeared.
Every little thing seems
slightly out of place until it dawns on her that all she has left are fragments
of memory to piece back to together amid a rising terror that she has gone
completely mad. Whether she has remains an open question. Ez-Eldin trails a series
of clues and tosses in some confounding questions: is Maryam mad, the victim of
a terrifying altered reality or is she perhaps dead and returned as some kind
of ghost to walk the streets? The questions are never quite answered.
“I love to take risks by
trusting the reader to make up their own mind,” says Ez-Eldin.
The secret, she finally let on,
is in the Egyptian mythology she learned at her grandmother’s knee in a tiny
village by the Nile. In Maryam’s Maze she conjures a spirit-double (known as a
Qarin in Islamic folklore) which lives in the shadows of Maryam’s life, hellbent
on usurping her.
She uses this device to
explore metaphorically the issues of identity and memories she feels are at the
heart of Middle Eastern politics in Iraq, Palestine and Egypt, where young
people are torn between the West and traditional, often Islamic influences.
The cohesion and optimism of
post-colonial Egypt of the 1950s and 1960s has given way to cynicism with the
pro-American government of Hosni Mubarak and an identity crisis that has left
people searching for a new way.
“When I began to write I was
totally occupied with questions of identity, memory, the human condition and
insanity,” says Ez-Eldin. “I was trying to understand how the dreams of the
Nasser era became so meaningless to the new generations.”
The novel is set against the
background of the patriarchal society that presses on Egyptian women. Maryam’s
Maze also asks some awkward questions of the nature of the oppression.
“On many levels oppression
begins in ourself. We can be our own worst oppressors,” says Ez-Eldin who
insists she is not a feminist.
“To be honest, I was much more
interested in human beings in general,” she says. “In many ways Maryam could be
from any part of the world.”
Nonetheless, it’s the special
Egyptian twist which makes this such an intriguing story and Ez-Eldin such a
hot prospect.
• Maryam’s Maze.
By Mansoura Ez-Eldin. American
University in Cairo Press
This review was published in Camden New Journal on May 8, 2008.
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