The “Arab World” is sinking into a certain amount of chaos once again. So it seems hard to believe that the region was ever able to dance in unison to the tune of its writers-those interpreters of its dreams of independence and progress- since the 19th century ‘renaissance’ (the ‘Nahda‘). In a place where only a decade ago the living voice of Mahmoud Darwish resonated, the silence of the grave now reigns. In a few short years, the petro-monarchies of the Arab Gulf have with their richly endowed prizes bought off what now passes for literary creation.
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