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Joumana Haddad

    Joumana Haddad je libanonská poetka, prekladateľka, novinárka a aktivistka za práva žien. Jej diela, často provokatívne a skúmajúce telesnosť a ľudskú identitu, si získali uznanie kritiky. Haddad píše vo viacerých jazykoch a jej tvorba, ktorá zahŕňa poéziu a eseje, bola preložená do mnohých svetových jazykov. Ako redaktorka kontroverzného časopisu a hlasná obhajkyňa sociálnych zmien Haddad prispieva k širšej kultúrnej debate svojím jedinečným a odvážnym pohľadom.

    Miroirs des passantes dans le songe
    Liliths Wiederkehr
    Superman is an Arab
    The Book of Queens
    • The Book of Queens

      • 224 stránok
      • 8 hodin čítania
      4,3(30)Ohodnotiť

      Exploring themes of history and heritage, this book delves into the complexities of loyalty and religion within the context of the Armenian genocide. It intertwines narratives of feminism and family, highlighting the resilience and struggles of individuals affected by historical trauma. Through rich storytelling, it sheds light on the enduring impact of these events on identity and community, offering a profound reflection on the intersections of personal and collective histories.

      The Book of Queens
    • This is not a manifesto against men in general. Nor is it a manifesto against Arab men in particular. It is, however, a howl in the face of a particular species of men: the macho species, Supermen, as they like to envision themselves. But Superman is a lie. In this explosive sequel to I Killed Scheherazade, Joumana Haddad examines the patriarchal system that continues to dominate in the Arab world and beyond. From monotheist religions and the concept of marriage to institutionalised machismo and widespread double standards, Haddad reflects upon the vital need for a new masculinity in these times of revolution and change in the Middle East.

      Superman is an Arab
    • Miroirs des passantes dans le songe

      • 141 stránok
      • 5 hodin čítania

      Va de l'autre côté et écris avec la vapeur de ton souffle condensée sur le miroir : " Ma mort n'est pas mon dernier mot. " Hurle sur ceux qui t'interpellent : " Non, je ne suis pas morte ! Seulement, je ne veux plus répondre.

      Miroirs des passantes dans le songe