Boys Will Be Boys: A Daughter's ElegyUniversity of Chicago Press, 2013-01-15 - 136 psl. “A daughter’s nostalgic tribute to her father . . . an intimate account of the socio-cultural fabric of the postcolonial world of Pakistan.” —Dr. Jharna Malaviya, Research Journal of English Language and Literature Sara Suleri Goodyear’s Meatless Days is a finely wrought memoir of her girlhood in Pakistan after the 1947 partition. In Boys Will Be Boys, she returns—with the same treasury of language, humor, and passion—to her childhood and early adulthood to pay tribute to her father, the political journalist Z. A. Suleri (known as Pip, for his “patriotic and preposterous” disposition). Taking its title from that jokingly chosen by her father for his unwritten autobiography, Boys Will Be Boys dips in and out of Suleri Goodyear’s upbringing in Pakistan and her life in the United States, moving between public and private history and addressing questions of loss and cultural displacement through a resolutely comic lens. In this rich portrait, Pip emerges as a prodigious figure: an ardent agitator against British rule in the 1930s and 1940s, a founder of the Times of Karachi and the Evening Times, on-and-off editor of the Pakistan Times, for a brief time director of the Pakistan military intelligence service, and a frequently jailed antagonist of successive Pakistani leaders. To the author, though, he was also “preposterous . . . counting himself king of infinite space,” a man who imposed outrageously on his children. Suleri Goodyear invites the reader into an intimacy shaped equally by history and intensely personal detail, creating an elegant elegy for a man of force and contradiction. “On Judgment Day,” he told his daughter, “I will say to God, ‘Be merciful, for I have already been judged by my child.’” |
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... course she should have,” I responded with bravado. “What earthly use are you at this age?” And that exchange gave a further comradeship to our conception of what the secrecy of tears may be. She gone so suddenly and you so perplexed ...
... course she should have,” I responded with bravado. “What earthly use are you at this age?” And that exchange gave a further comradeship to our conception of what the secrecy of tears may be. She gone so suddenly and you so perplexed ...
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... course arrived, Shahid was singing, “One more river, and that's the river of Jordan, one more river, and that's the river to cross!” When, in exhausted conclusion, he was offered some Kashmiri tea—a pink beverage, more milk than tea—he ...
... course arrived, Shahid was singing, “One more river, and that's the river of Jordan, one more river, and that's the river to cross!” When, in exhausted conclusion, he was offered some Kashmiri tea—a pink beverage, more milk than tea—he ...
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... course he was not allowed pen and paper, for fear that he might produce another fiery article, not books either, for fear that he might rest. And so he planted flowers instead, an eye upon that little tent of blue that prisoners call ...
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Ask of Kohakans heart the reality of existence | 19 |
There is a wilderness within the wilderness | 25 |
My golden town Kasur | 31 |
Give birth to your own world if you are among the living | 41 |
Why ask about Mirs religion and beliefs? He has long since drawn a line on his forehead sat in a temple and renounced Islam | 50 |
There are many brothers here but few friends | 60 |
You are with me as it were when no other can be there | 68 |
That Akbar actually names God in this very age | 75 |
Dont trouble me you perfumed wind take to your road You have frivolity on your mind while I sit here in despair | 84 |
Dear God What kind of business is this anyway? | 92 |
Long live you purest land | 103 |
The point of the tongue | 113 |
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