September 8, 2012 at 8:50 pm 8 comments

From A to B redux

Sweet stink of the hookah, couscous, kebab, exhaust fumes of a bus deadlock. 98, 16, 32, standing room only – quicker to walk! Escapees from St. Mary’s, Paddington: expectant father smoking, old lady wheeling herself in a wheelchair smoking, die-hard holding urine sack, blood sack, smoking. Everybody loves fags. Everybody. Polish paper, Turkish paper, Arabic, Irish, French, Russian, Spanish, News of the World. Unlock your (stolen) phone, buy a battery pack, a lighter pack, a perfume pack, sunglasses, three for a fiver, a life-size porcelain tiger, gold taps. Casino! Everybody believed in destiny. Everybody. It was meant to be. It was just not meant to be. Deal or no deal? TV screens in the TV shop. TV cable, computer cable, audiovisual cables, I give you good price, good price. Leaflets, call abroad 4 less, learn English, eyebrow wax, Falun Gong, have you accepted Jesus as your personal call plan? Everybody loves fried chicken. Everybody. Bank of Iraq, Bank of Egypt, Bank of Libya. Emrpty cabs on account of the sunshine. Boom-boxes just because. Lone Italian, loafers, lost, looking for Mayfair. A hundred and one ways to take cover: the complete black tent, the facial grid, back of the head, Louis Vuitton-stamped, Gucci-stamped, yellow lace, attached to sunglasses, hardly on at all, striped, candy pink; paired with tracksuits, skin-tight jeans, summer dresses, blouses, vests, gypsy skirts, flares. Bearing no relation to the debates in the papers, in parliament. Everybody loves sandals. Everybody. Birdsong! Low-down dirty shopping arcade to mansion flats to an Englishman’s home is his castle. Open top, soft-top, drive-by, hip hop. Watch the money pile up. Holla! Security lights, security gates, security walls, security trees, Tudor, Modernist, postwar, prewar, stone pineapples, stone lions, stone eagles. Face east and dream of Regent’s Park, of St. John’s Wood. The Arabs, the Israelis, the Russians, the Americans: here united by the furnished penthouse, the private clinic. If we pay enough, if we squint, Kilburn need not exist. Free meals. English as a second language. Here is the school where they stabbed the headmaster. Here is the Islamic Center of England opposite the Queen’s Arms. Walk down the middle of this, you referee, you! Everybody loves the Grand National. Everybody. Is it really only April? And they’re off!

So reads Chapter 10 of Zadie Smith’s new book “NW”. She is the woman, a girl really [24], after reading whose first novel I joined the Addis Ababa University to study Literature and Language [also the subject of my Like Mike post and the bridge that connected me to my ex-husband Chris – who is also the man that wrote to tell me she’s got a book out and to check it]. She is beautiful, she is talented and knows how to rock a “shash” as well as any konjo Qibe negade in the middle of Merkato. [Not to mention her cunning resemblance to my cousin “Netsa”; who wearth her heart on her sleeve, and is the inspiration for the following paragraphs [and few more not meant for the public eye]].

Read more on “NW”: Same Streets, Different Lives In ‘NW’ London. Or Zadie Smith.

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8 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Scooby  |  September 10, 2012 at 1:15 am

    Lol @ “wushaw”. sorry I couldn’t help it. ~_~

  • 2. andthree  |  September 10, 2012 at 2:05 pm

    I have read white teeth, yeay 😀 and enjoyed it greatly. The ending is unique. I also remember thinking “25!”

    I want to read her other books.

    And Abesheet, loved the second paragraph 🙂 Melkam Addis Amet!

  • 3. Wello dessie  |  September 11, 2012 at 5:56 pm

    Thank you for changing the subject abiye. This guy I think I know him. He remind me so many people I knew back in addis.

  • 4. Chuchu  |  September 13, 2012 at 4:10 pm

    Happy new year, abesheet, sistu, Mazzi, ebdu and everyone whose name I can’t remember. May the coming year be yeselam yedesta yebiltsigina for our country :-).

  • 5. sistu  |  September 14, 2012 at 8:40 pm

    Happy new year Chuchuye. Amen. Lanchim yeselem, yedesta, (beteley beteley) yebiltsigina amet yargilish.

  • 6. Mitmita  |  September 15, 2012 at 10:24 pm

    Yeah yeah yeah. I like you guys better when you are fighting. So what happened to your cousin and asshole boyfriend abesheet? I promise i won’t tell anyone ;-).

  • 7. Mitmita  |  September 15, 2012 at 10:30 pm

    Just googled your friend Zadie. You are right, she knows how to rock that thang :-). Somebody should force feed her though, she;s too skinny for my taste.

  • 8. wubet  |  September 20, 2012 at 8:06 pm

    hey abesheet. I have heard about u Mitimita, nice to meet u. 🙂

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