Books to read this summer
11 August '23
In collaboration with Saqi Books, we've put together a list of titles we think you'll love to read this summer.
In collaboration with Saqi Books, we've put together a list of titles we think you'll love to read this summer.
I am most looking forward to meeting and working with artists, and building new networks of solidarity, support and knowledge sharing.
As we continue to read history between the lines, we can pave the way for a deeper understanding of the role played by our communities in shaping the landscape of British history.
A hugely important novel in demonstrating oft ignored realities, Khalifeh’s Wild Thorns is essential reading for those seeking a greater understanding of the pure humanity in Palestine, and the depth and breadth of experience in the nation today.
Themes of progress and regression, humankind’s power to create and destroy, and the contrast between urban and rural weave a loving, but honest, portrait of Iraq as only someone who truly knows it could paint.
Waiting for my train at Barbican station, I recall the films and stories in which I have been immersed at SAFAR screenings. I think of the awe-inspiring filmmakers at this year’s edition; at times, effectively risking their livelihoods, prosecution and more, in order to share their stories with the world.
In expanding on the background behind the plot of her film, Maha talks about the culture and rituals revolving around VHS tape rental shops in the 1980s. She relates some of the mischief that occurred when the tape inside a rented VHS cassette was swapped for a tape of a completely different film. The staff of the video rentals store wouldn’t be any the wiser, and would simply hand over the tape to the next unsuspecting customer.
The framing underpins the solitude and a real lack of emotional support in the life of the lead character, played by Asem Alawad. Not only does he have a fraught relationship with his father, who disparagingly calls him a “dumb goat”, he also has been diagnosed with a brain tumour.
It transpires that she has attended almost every screening at this year’s SAFAR. I am so impressed; I have found a comrade in the land of film festival marathons. We compare our respective bookings for the remainder of SAFAR, before we say goodbye. I almost say out loud, “see you at the pictures!”
By the time the credits roll, I find myself tearing up like a couple of people seated next to me.