It absolutely was in 2002, while an undergraduate at James Madison University, one of several colleges nestled among the list of villes and burgs of southern Virginia, that I first discovered the writer that is sudanese Salih. We continue to have the exact same content of their novel, Season of Migration to your North, We bought through the college bookstore for some sort of literary works program: a burnt-orange Heinemann paperback version, translated through the Arabic by Denys Johnson-Davies. in the cover that is front the visage of a female, carved just as if from rock, a sunlight beating just like a heart below her neck. A giant bookstore barcode, above which are the words SALIH USED on the back.
Just just What hit me many then, but still does, ended up being the writer photograph. It’s face that reminds me of my dad. Both males have a similar tight curls of black colored locks, the exact same broad noses, the exact same drooping earlobes. Continue reading