In a review of The Apartment in Bab El Louk that ran in Qantara, ArabLit editor M. Lynx Qualey explores some of her favorite moments in the book:
From the review:
There is a moment at the centre of ″The Apartment in Bab El Louk″ that captures the book′s dark, alienated mood. The narrator is standing on a balcony, looking down at Talaat Harb Square, where Egyptian Central Security Force trucks are massing.
This scene is a marker of both the main character′s social and political alienation. It comes in the first section of the book, a debut collaboration between writer Donia Maher and two artist-illustrators. The whole text is set in and around a building in Cairo′s downtown Bab El Louk neighbourhood, where you can find the country′s interior ministry as well as its iconic Talaat Harb and Tahrir squares.
The first part, illustrated by Ganzeer, unfolds in an intimate second person. As the narrator stands outside, protest chants float up to the balcony. The text tells us, ″You′ll be filled with empathy, eventually, and decide that you′re: Off to protest in Talaat Harb.″ But the giant image spread out below doesn′t depict fellow protesters. Instead, it′s a line of grim and bored-looking police covered up by shields, helmets and sticks. Their bodies are rendered in black and white, their eyes shadowed or looking away from the reader. Only their shields have colour.
A noir atmosphere
This section of the book reads more like a collection of noir prose poems than a story. From inside the apartment at Bab El Louk, we hear, ″you excel at the art of snooping.″ People come and go, but we have almost not connection or community or action.
Inside, the apartment will not get clean, no matter how much it′s scrubbed. And outside, ″the crevices of the city are lonely and forsaken, like a deserted crime scene.″ The narrator adopts two cats, but there′s no connection here, either.
They just ″follow/ you/ silently/ from place/ to place, occasionally ex/changing words. You swear they′re/ eavesdropping on/ your phone calls, whispering/ perniciously;/ they size up/ your visitors and/ judge/ your/ every/ move.″
These short sentences don′t appear on the page as a block. Instead, they′re arranged in a cat-shaped poem, sneaking around after the reader. Here as elsewhere, the book doesn′t focus on plot, but on atmosphere. And what we learn about Bab El Louk is always partial, distant, askance.
On the morning of presidential elections, we hear slogans coming from cars marked ″government″. Black-and-green text bursts out of one car′s megaphones, repeating, ″We chose him! We chose him! Day after day, our hearts are with him.″ The words shoot out from the megaphones, spilling off the page. The reader and narrator share a sense of confusion about the slogan′s meaning. ″Even so, you′ll sing snippets of the song, in tune with the departing cars as they cut across the square.″
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