This is the story of Azar Nafisi's dream and of the nightmare that made it come true. For two years before she left Iran in 1997, Nafisi gathered seven young women at her house every Thursday morning to read and discuss forbidden works of Western literature. They were all former students whom... read more
“Works of imagination that did not carry a political message were deemed dangerous”
“Each one of my girls had cooked something specialriceand lamb, potato salad, dolmeh, saffron rice and a big round cake. My family joined us, andwe all gathered around the table, joking and laughing. Madame Bovary had done what years ofteaching at the university had not: it created a shared intimacy.During the years they came to my house, they knew my family, my kitchen, my bedroom, theway I dressed and walked and talked at home. I had never set foot in their houses, I never met thetraumatized mother, the delinquent brother, the shy sister. I could never place or locate theirprivate narrative within a context, a locality. Yet I had met all of them in the magical space of myliving room. They came to my house in a disembodied state of suspension, bringing to my livingroom their secrets, their pains and their gifts”
“Nassrin had been sent to the disciplinary committee to have her eyelashes checked. Her lashes were long, and she was suspected of using mascara. That's nothing, said Manna, next to what happened to my sister's friends at the Amir Kabir Polytechnic University. During lunch three of the girls were in the yard eating apples. They were reprimanded by the guards: they were biting their apples too seductively!”
“The worst crime committed by totalitarian mind-sets is that they force their citizens, including their victims, to become complicit in their crimes. Dancing with your jailer, participating in your own execution, that is an act of utmost brutality.”
“Lack of empathy was to my mind the cetral sin of the regime, from which all the others flowed.”
“When I was growing up, in the 1960s, there was little difference between my rights and the rights of women in Western democracies.”
“Love was forbidden, banished from the public sphere. How could it be experienced if its expression was illegal?”
“a word, like a lost opportunity, cannot be taken back once it has been uttered.”
what we search for in fiction is not so much reality but the epiphany of truth.Highlighted by 152 Kindle customers
Nabokov—“curiosity is insubordination in its purest form”—theHighlighted by 123 Kindle customers
A novel is not an allegory, I said as the period was about to come to an end. It is the sensual experience of another world. If you don’t enter that world, hold your breath with the characters and become involved in their destiny, you won’t be able to empathize, and empathy is at the heart of the novel. This is how you read a novel: you inhale the experience. So start breathing.Highlighted by 99 Kindle customers
Reality has become so intolerable, she said, so bleak, that all I can paint now are the colors of my dreams.Highlighted by 87 Kindle customers
We in ancient countries have our past—we obsess over the past. They, the Americans, have a dream: they feel nostalgia about the promise of the future.Highlighted by 86 Kindle customers
What Nabokov captured was the texture of life in a totalitarian society, where you are completely alone in an illusory world full of false promises, where you can no longer differentiate between your savior and your executioner.Highlighted by 77 Kindle customers
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“Whoever fights monsters,” Nietzsche had said, “should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.”Highlighted by 74 Kindle customers
We were, to borrow from Nabokov, to experience how the ordinary pebble of ordinary life could be transformed into a jewel through the magic eye of fiction.Highlighted by 73 Kindle customers
This is Tehran for me: its absences were more real than its presences.Highlighted by 50 Kindle customers
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