Bargouti’s book is a picaresque memoir of his
Palestinian life. Bargouti is a poet and the book displays his poet’s eye as it
assembles fragments from a life not lived. That life should have been his
Palestinian life, but it's a life interrupted by politics, meaning he spent time in
Egypt, the Gulf, Eastern Europe, Jordan and other parts of the globe. The only
time he goes back to live in Palestine, in the West Bank, he finds himself
coming into conflict with the corruption of the Palestine State, something that
he believes will always undermine any deals negotiated with the Israelis.
(Bargouti is a fierce critic of the Oslo agreement.)
The book offers insight into life in the West Bank as it has
been lived over the course of fifty years, charting the attempts of its society
to retain its integrity and customs in the face of the Israeli aggression. An
aggression which doesn’t merely show its face with the force of its weaponry,
but also through the way it insists on interceding on the daily lives of
ordinary Palestinians. The problems of the Israeli occupation are more
corrosive and insidious than the headlines of war. It’s the removal of
normality which Bargouti documents. Any journey becomes an odyssey; any family
becomes divided; any life becomes ruptured. (“The Occupation distorts the
distances between humans as much as those between places.”)