Song of a Captive Bird
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
LOS ANGELES TIMES BESTSELLER A spellbinding debut novel about the trailblazing Iranian poet Forugh Farrokhzad, who defied society s expectations to find her voice and her destiny
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LOS ANGELES TIMES BESTSELLER A spellbinding debut novel about the trailblazing Iranian poet Forugh Farrokhzad, who defied society s expectations to find her voice and her destinyA complex and beautiful rendering of [a] vanished country and its scattered people, a reminder of the power and purpose of art, and an ode to female creativity under a patriarchy that repeatedly tries to snuff it out. The New York Times Book Review (Editors Choice)
All through her childhood in Tehran, Forugh Farrokhzad is told that Persian daughters should be quiet and modest. She is taught only to obey, but she always finds ways to rebel gossiping with her sister among the fragrant roses of her mother s walled garden, venturing to the forbidden rooftop to roughhouse with her three brothers, writing poems to impress her strict, disapproving father, and sneaking out to flirt with a teenage paramour over café glacé. During the summer of 1950, Forugh s passion for poetry takes flight and tradition seeks to clip her wings.
Forced into a suffocating marriage, Forugh runs away and falls into an affair that fuels her desire to write and to achieve freedom and independence. Forugh s poems are considered both scandalous and brilliant; she is heralded by some as a national treasure, vilified by others as a demon influenced by the West. She perseveres, finding love with a notorious filmmaker and living by her own rules at enormous cost. But the power of her writing only grows stronger amid the upheaval of the Iranian revolution.
Inspired by Forugh Farrokhzad s verse, letters, films, and interviews and including original translations of her poems this haunting novel uses the lens of fiction to capture the tenacity, spirit, and conflicting desires of a brave woman who represents the birth of feminism in Iran and who continues to inspire generations of women around the world.
Praise for Song of a Captive Bird
If poetry is emotion
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rendered incendiary, then Forugh Farrokhzad was made of fire. . . . Song of a Captive Bird is an unsparing account of the necessity and consequences of speaking out. BookPage
Sometimes, simply choosing whom to love is a political act. Vogue
Forugh Farrokhzad s short life brimmed with controversy and rebellion . . . .This feminist icon inspired Darznik s imaginative debut. Ms.
Sometimes, simply choosing whom to love is a political act. Vogue
Forugh Farrokhzad s short life brimmed with controversy and rebellion . . . .This feminist icon inspired Darznik s imaginative debut. Ms.
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1.There s a street where
the boys who were once in love with me,
the boys with tousled hair and lanky legs,
still think about the innocent girl
who was carried away by the wind one night.
from Reborn
It was the end of my girlhood, though I didn t know it yet. If I d realized what would happen there, would I have followed my mother into that room in the Bottom of the City? If I d guessed the purpose of our visit, would I have turned to run before my mother struck the brass knocker against the door? I doubt it. I was sixteen years old and by anyone s account already a troublemaker, but in those moments that my sister and I stood under the clear blue sky of Tehran s winter, I understood nothing about what would soon happen to me and I was much too frightened to break free.
My mother, sister, and I had set out from the house in the morning, wearing veils. This was strange and should have given me pause. My sister and I never wore veils, and the only time my mother veiled herself was at home when she prayed. She had a light cotton veil white with pale-pink rosebuds she wore for her prayers. The garments she handed my sister Puran and me that day were altogether different: black, heavy chadors I usually only saw old women wear.
Put them on, she ordered.
We must be visiting a shrine to atone for my sins; this was the only explanation I could think of for why my mother insisted we cover ourselves up. I pulled the chador over my head and then stood studying my reflection. The girl in the mirror was thin, with pale skin and thick bangs that refused to lie flat under the veil.
I watched as Puran drew the garment over her head. She looked tiny with her body draped in the fabric and only a triangle open for her face. There were dark half-moons of sleeplessness under her eyes and, just beneath her left eye, a bruise.
So she s been punished, too, I thought.
Don t step in the joob! my mother called out as my sister and I jumped clear of
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the icy waterways that ran down the center of the street. A few blocks from the house, we passed the first of many hawkers and peddlers. His two swaybacked donkeys were laden with pomegranates, melons, eggplants, and an assortment of crockery and cooking tools. When we neared Avenue Pahlavi, my mother hailed a droshky, a small horse-drawn buggy topped with a black canopy.
We made a tight fit, the three of us, pressed together in the back seat. My mother drew her veil across her face, then leaned forward to speak to the driver. He looked at her curiously. Are you sure you want to go there? I heard him say. He looked very uncomfortable. Begging your pardon, but it s no place for ladies such as yourself. My mother said something I couldn t hear. The driver tightened his necktie with one hand, took up his whip with the other, and with that the horse lurched into the street.
Where are we going? I whispered, nudging my sister gently a few times, but she wouldn t look at me. She just sank back farther into her seat, staring miserably at her hands.
It was morning, just after ten o clock, and the streets were crowded with people, many of them women on their way to the bazaar for the day s provisions. At the bakery the line snaked around the building and into an alleyway. Men carried trays of flatbread on their heads; a boy hustled down the street with two huge earthenware jugs. We traveled in silence, turning off from the main thoroughfare and onto a street I didn t recognize. The wheels of the droshky creaked and groaned and all the landmarks I knew disappeared until nothing was familiar. After perhaps another mile or so, we eventually passed a railway station. Here the sharp clap of the horse s hooves against the con
We made a tight fit, the three of us, pressed together in the back seat. My mother drew her veil across her face, then leaned forward to speak to the driver. He looked at her curiously. Are you sure you want to go there? I heard him say. He looked very uncomfortable. Begging your pardon, but it s no place for ladies such as yourself. My mother said something I couldn t hear. The driver tightened his necktie with one hand, took up his whip with the other, and with that the horse lurched into the street.
Where are we going? I whispered, nudging my sister gently a few times, but she wouldn t look at me. She just sank back farther into her seat, staring miserably at her hands.
It was morning, just after ten o clock, and the streets were crowded with people, many of them women on their way to the bazaar for the day s provisions. At the bakery the line snaked around the building and into an alleyway. Men carried trays of flatbread on their heads; a boy hustled down the street with two huge earthenware jugs. We traveled in silence, turning off from the main thoroughfare and onto a street I didn t recognize. The wheels of the droshky creaked and groaned and all the landmarks I knew disappeared until nothing was familiar. After perhaps another mile or so, we eventually passed a railway station. Here the sharp clap of the horse s hooves against the con
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Autoren-Porträt von Jasmin Darznik
Jasmin Darznik was born in Tehran, Iran, and moved to America when she was five years old. She is the author of the New York Times bestseller The Good Daughter: A Memoir of My Mother s Hidden Life. Her work has been published in thirteen countries and recognized by the Steinbeck Fellows Program, the Corporation of Yaddo, and the William Saroyan International Prize. Her stories and essays have been published in The New York Times, The Washington Post, the Los Angeles Times, and elsewhere. She holds an MFA in fiction from Bennington College and a Ph.D. in English from Princeton University. Now a professor of literature and creative writing at California College of the Arts, she lives in Northern California with her family.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Jasmin Darznik
- 2019, 432 Seiten, Maße: 12,8 x 20,3 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Ballantine Books
- ISBN-10: 0399182330
- ISBN-13: 9780399182334
- Erscheinungsdatum: 27.01.2019
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
A complex and beautiful rendering of [a] vanished country and its scattered people, a reminder of the power and purpose of art, and an ode to female creativity under a patriarchy that repeatedly tries to snuff it out. The New York Times Book Review (Editors Choice)If poetry is emotion rendered incendiary, then Forugh Farrokhzad was made of fire. . . . Song of a Captive Bird is an unsparing account of the necessity and consequences of speaking out. BookPage
Sometimes, simply choosing whom to love is a political act. Vogue
Forugh Farrokhzad s short life brimmed with controversy and rebellion . . . .This feminist icon inspired Darznik s imaginative debut. Ms.
Sumptuously captures a fierce and turbulent life, as well as a vanished country swept away by revolution. Newsweek
A stunning and powerful debut . . . At a time when our country is at war with art and women, this courageous book is required reading. Bret Anthony Johnston, author of Remember Me Like This
A thrilling and provocative portrait of a powerful woman set against a sweeping panorama of Iranian history. Kirkus Reviews
Written with the urgent tenderness of a love letter, this soaring novel is a heart-breaker and heart-mender at once a gorgeous tribute to the brave and brilliant poet remembered in its pages. Tayari Jones, author of An American Marriage and Silver Sparrow
These are times for stories that bring one culture nearer to another, and that is exactly what Jasmin Darznik has done, pulling close the hearts of girls and women and poets to tell Forugh Farrokhzad s remarkable story. Laleh Khadivi, author of A Good Country
Farrokhzad is known as the Sylvia Plath of Iran, and the two poets were contemporaries, living lives at once starkly different and remarkably attuned, then dying young and tragically. Plath s renown is universal; Darznik s enthralling
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and illuminating novel will introduce Farrokhzad to a whole new world of readers. Booklist (starred review)
A beautiful writer! In elegant, intimate prose, Darznik portrays pre-Revolutionary Iran and a woman who transcended the prejudices of her time. Susan Cheever
Darznik s marvelous homage to Forugh captures the frustration and determination she must have felt to overcome the strictures of her environment, beautifully recreating her difficult path to fame. Publishers Weekly
Farrokhzad s determination to live freely and authentically, and to express that determination in her art, proved unbearable to the fundamentalist state. Darznik brings her own poetic sensibility to bear on this tragic, but ultimately inspiring, act of creative remembrance. Jonathan Dee, author of The Locals
Alive and sensuous, Darznik s prose mirrors Forugh s poetry, making no separation between life and work, leaving open and unguarded that door we so often find closed. Donia Bijan, author of The Last Days of Café Leila
A beautiful writer! In elegant, intimate prose, Darznik portrays pre-Revolutionary Iran and a woman who transcended the prejudices of her time. Susan Cheever
Darznik s marvelous homage to Forugh captures the frustration and determination she must have felt to overcome the strictures of her environment, beautifully recreating her difficult path to fame. Publishers Weekly
Farrokhzad s determination to live freely and authentically, and to express that determination in her art, proved unbearable to the fundamentalist state. Darznik brings her own poetic sensibility to bear on this tragic, but ultimately inspiring, act of creative remembrance. Jonathan Dee, author of The Locals
Alive and sensuous, Darznik s prose mirrors Forugh s poetry, making no separation between life and work, leaving open and unguarded that door we so often find closed. Donia Bijan, author of The Last Days of Café Leila
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