Boys Will Be Boys: A Daughter's ElegyUniversity of Chicago Press, 2013-01-15 - 136 psl. A daughters 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 Goodyears Meatless Days is a finely wrought memoir of her girlhood in Pakistan after the 1947 partition. In Boys Will Be Boys, she returnswith the same treasury of language, humor, and passionto 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 Goodyears 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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... later, she had her own consumption tale. It was during the Gulf War when luckily she and her family had left Kuwait for a holiday in the Cotswolds. I rang to tell her about the invasion, but she was sleepy and cross. Sara, how you ...
... later, she had her own consumption tale. It was during the Gulf War when luckily she and her family had left Kuwait for a holiday in the Cotswolds. I rang to tell her about the invasion, but she was sleepy and cross. Sara, how you ...
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... later we all die, We don't go there in coat and pant, We don't go there on elephant! Now, Pip, don't you think I've extracted the essence? The essence, Pip, the essence in elephant! My father tried not to look amused, but he was and ...
... later we all die, We don't go there in coat and pant, We don't go there on elephant! Now, Pip, don't you think I've extracted the essence? The essence, Pip, the essence in elephant! My father tried not to look amused, but he was and ...
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... later, an aerial explosion caused General Zulu in his patriotic generosity to spread himself over Bahawalpur, never the most arable of Pakistani terrains. Pip also was not particularly taken by my demeanor a few years prior, when ...
... later, an aerial explosion caused General Zulu in his patriotic generosity to spread himself over Bahawalpur, never the most arable of Pakistani terrains. Pip also was not particularly taken by my demeanor a few years prior, when ...
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... later told me that it was not the bars that broke his heart but the sight of his zinnias, his photolax, being trampled into the ground with an indifferent trudge. Of course he was not allowed pen and paper, for fear that he might ...
... later told me that it was not the bars that broke his heart but the sight of his zinnias, his photolax, being trampled into the ground with an indifferent trudge. Of course he was not allowed pen and paper, for fear that he might ...
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... latersent me a sheaf of your obituaries, I could not read, I could not even look. It behooved me to give them to Irfan, my baby brother, when I was next in England. And with what laughter he emerged onto the porch where we were sitting ...
... latersent me a sheaf of your obituaries, I could not read, I could not even look. It behooved me to give them to Irfan, my baby brother, when I was next in England. And with what laughter he emerged onto the porch where we were sitting ...
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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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