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In the Country of Men

Love in the land of Gaddafi

Hisham Matar
Viking, 245pp, £12.99,

Jonathan Keates

Thursday, 7th September 2006

The scene is Libya, nowadays the archetypal ‘far-off country of which we know nothing’, even when the apparently inextinguishable Muammar Gaddafi is disposed from time to time to play the part of honest broker among fractious Arabic-speaking nations. Suleiman, growing up in Tripoli, is a no more than average kid, inquisitive, persistent, something of a dreamer, not entirely happy with either of his parents, eternally fretful Mama or the strangely aloof Baba. Their marital unease is rooted in Mama’s sense of betrayal by her own family, who bundled her into wedlock at 14, forbidding her even to inspect a photograph of the chosen groom. She has, after all, been caught holding hands with a boy in a café, something only bad girls do.

Having tried and failed to get rid of Suleiman before his birth, she now worships her boy. ‘You are my prince,’ she assures him. ‘One day you’ll take me away on your white horse.’ Their shared fondness for the Arabian Nights turns that doyenne of tale-tellers Scheherazade into the ultimate symbol of heroism against all odds. Her courage, under the fearful death sentence she can only postpone by breaking off her stories at dawn’s approach, becomes a benchmark by which Suleiman measures his own and others’ actions.

His stamina is tested all too soon, when his friend Kareem’s father, the university teacher Ustath Rashid, is taken in for questioning by Gaddafi’s Revolutionary Committee, who then come looking for Baba. The family burns his books in the garden, before Suleiman is doorstepped by the sinister informer Sharief, whose eyes recall ‘the flames of Hell Eternal licking the sides of the Bridge to Paradise’. Ustath Rashid’s interrogation, meanwhile, provides the Libyan equivalent of reality TV, with pink flowers obscuring the screen whenever the questioning gets too physical.

By the time Rashid’s execution before a jeering crowd in the National Basketball Stadium is televised, Suleiman has lost most of that ‘dark, warm glow of hope’ earlier sustained by his fecund imagination. Baba is allowed home, where curtains have been thoughtfully hung over the mirrors to prevent him seeing a face so disfigured by torture. For the briefest instant we grasp the depth of attachment between man and boy. In one of the novel’s most moving scenes, Suleiman tries to feed the half-blind Baba with mulberries from his favourite tree. Unable to swallow them, the father points instead to a burn-mark on his temple where the interrogators have stubbed their cigarettes.

Across a relatively short span, In the Country of Men continuously surprises us with its thematic richness. The developing moral relationship of a child to those around him, young or old, the burdens of expectation shouldered by women amid the suffocating maleness of an Islamic society, the ways in which an oppressive regime contrives to break the spirit, not just of its targeted opponents but of their families and support networks besides, are all subjects making up what modern publishers like to call ‘an important novel’. Important so often means laboured and self-conscious, but Hisham Matar’s work is neither of these things. He proposes no glib solution to the commonplace political problems of cruelty, mendacity and corruption. Gaddafi abides, and ironically it is Suleiman, rather than either of his parents, who leaves for exile. With him, however, he carries the experience of a love whose grip is far stronger than any dictator’s.

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