Day 19: late-night shopping. (didn’t get to go outside all of this gorgeous day so we walked to Jewel together at 10 to get someone cough medicine because someone else hasn’t been able to sleep through someone’s earth-shattering coughs for the past week…) #100happydays #maireads100happydays
Day 18: eating in all weekend! (and the resulting emphatic reminders to clean as you cook—have since achieved #cleansink status AND made shakes & lunches for two for tomorrow) #noted #somebodycallmerlin #rubityscrubitysweepity #100happydays #maireads100happydays
“It was, gentlemen, after a long absence—seven years to be exact, during which time I was studying in Europe—that I returned to my people.”
So begins Tayeb Salih’s 1966 novel Season of Migration to the North. This fraught first sentence, spoken by a westernized Sudanese narrator returning home, has many layers of division—between home and away, between outsider and insider, between strong and weak, between man and woman, between West and East, between black and white.
In his essay for this series, All Our Names author Dinaw Mengestu indicts what he calls “the fractured gaze”: any worldview that sets apart “us” apart from “them.” For Mengestu, literature offers a way to see beyond the simplistic labels that confine us. In a passage from Season of Migration to the North that suggests the essential human sameness of the Sudanese and Europeans, Mengestu locates his mission statement.
Day 13: traditions from @knittles - #pancakesfordinner #shrovetuesday (ps if you’ve ever heard me talk about what it’s like to make pancakes, you’ll understand what a big deal it is that these took me only thirty minutes and are amazing. Thanks, griddle and #ppkrecipe !) #100happydays