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In this follow-up to her acclaimed 2007 novel The Bastard of Istanbul, Turkish author Elif Shafak unfolds two tantalizing parallel narratives-one contemporary and the other set in the thirteenth century, when Rumi encountered his spiritual mentor, the whirling dervish known as Shams of Tabriz-that together incarnate the poet's timeless message of love.Ella Rubenstein is forty years old and unhappily married when she takes a job as a reader for a literary agent. Her first assignment is to read and report on Sweet Blasphemy, a novel written by a man named Aziz Zahara. Ella is mesmerized by his tale of Shams' search for Rumi and the dervish's role in transforming the successful but unhappy cleric into a committed mystic, passionate poet, and advocate of love. She is also taken with Shams's lessons, or rules, which offer insight into an ancient philosophy based on the unity of all people and religions, and the presence of love in each and every one of us. As she reads on, she realizes that Rumi's story mirrors her own and that Zahara-like Shams-has come to set her free.… (more)
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On top of this (and perhaps it's a case of English not being the author's mother-tongue), there was no difference in between the language of the contemporary characters and those of the 13th century. As well, there was little in the way of character differentiation from character to character; everyone speaks the same, feels the same. Sure, some are good and some are evil, and they have their own point of view, but if an author is going to write from constantly shifting first person perspective, I'd like to be able to feel it's a different person speaking without the help of the chapter titles.
Finally, an almost complete lack of humour or wit, and this wasn't the book for me. Probably means it will be a bestseller when it's published in February.
Then she begins reading a manuscript of a novel written by a Scottish man who converted to Sufism, which explores the relationship between Rumi and Shams of Tabriz. This manuscript is presented as a book within a book, and is actually a much greater percentage of the novel than Ella's story. Shams was a wandering dervish who becomes a companion to Rumi, before Rumi became a poet, when he was preaching sermons to the Muslim community in Konya and was highly respected as a scholar. He influences Rumi to adopt Sufi beliefs and in the process, Shams becomes hated in the community and Rumi loses his previous standing. We learn this story through the voices of many different characters - Rumi and Shams, and Rumi's family, and community members, mostly from the outcasts whom Shams had befriended.
This book greatly influences Ella and changes her outlook about love. She starts an email relationship with the author of the book, and starts ignoring her husband. she yearns for a different life in which she can be happy.
I almost gave up on this book at the very beginning because I was put off by the opening scene where Ella states her views about the meaningless of love. but, I am glad that I decided to continue. The story of Shams and Rumi was highly interesting and I enjoyed being transported into their world.
We chose this book for the Ill Fated Muslim book club, as well as my Neighborhood book club.
In general, the book was well received. Everyone liked the pearls of Sufi wisdom. Muslms and non-Muslims did not like the way Shams of Tabriz treated his wife. The Muslims were not happy about Shams sending Rumi out to a bar to buy wine. The Neighborhood Ladies didn't care about the alcohol, but they were all incensed by Ella's extramarital affair.
"Every true love and friendship is a story of unexpected transformation. If we are the same
It all depends on how you understand "transformation". The second statement in the quote is unskilfully phrased.
I finished it with a feeling of irritation. I didn't like the modern love story that
The "Forty Rules" that were scattered throughout the book as little pearls of wisdom were inspirational in their own right. But their use in the book felt a bit contrived.
As I was reading this book, I often thought "A Doll's House meets self-help" I liked the modern day story with Ella, the 40 year-old homemaker who is having a mid-life crisis. Ella will surely search for a new life, one thinks, from the very beginning. How that new life comes about, or rather more importantly how the old one is evaluated by Ella along the way is what makes the story interesting. The other half of the book is made up of another book written by a mysterious guy about the relationship of Rumi and Shams of Tabriz. And this second book is what bothered me. The writing style is certainly distinct from that of Ella's story, and certainly from that of anything Elif Shafak has written before, perhaps trying to capture a simple, more "folksy" way of speech. The story is supposed to be inspiring, I suppose. And if you are a cynical atheist like me, you will find most of it painfully hypocritical and banal. Again, I do not mean this to be a judgement on any particular religion or belief, perhaps a judgement on how humans practice their beliefs, sort of, but as I said, it is hard to review this book without voicing your opinion about the spiritual beliefs it contains. The 40 rules certainly make up a good self-help book on their own. The attitude of both Rumi and Shams are ignorant, thoughtless, selfish, and sometimes very confusing. The feelings of one of Rumi's sons and those of Rumi's wife have a voice, but the other voices are so overwhelming that even though these two people have perfectly legitimate complaints and highlight certain problems that directly point at the hypocrisy and hedonism of Rumi and Shams' behaviors, I could not help but feel that the writer tried very hard for me to still sympathize with Rumi and Shams and not the son and the wife.
And in the end, what is it that we should think about when we leave this book? Should we have learned that love is the only thing worth pursuing in life? Is it really? I am not convinced.
I did not want it to end.
I cannot thank the beautiful Salam more for lending it to me I love Elif Shafak!
Islam in itself is a unity and oneness, all devoted to Allah, some people in later years fell in "love" with Allah, and called themselves Sufis. Sufism in itself isn't Islam, it's actually
The "love" that's repeated throughout the book should have been clarified as the "love" of Allah. Sufi people aren't all dervishes. And the word "Dervish" درويش is used in Arabic as دروشة which means going to a high state of طرب/Tarab which means going into a high state of rapture, mirth and glee for Allah, so they either twirl which is common or sing, or write. But mostly twirl.
With that said, I feel better about starting my review.
I've always been fascinated with sufism as a kid, the twirling dervishes with their skirts and dishdashas flying around in circles for such along time while they sang to Allah with tambours players repeating "God is alive" gave me a thrill in the bit of my stomach and heart... till this day, they mostly come out in Ramadan or events, and visit local malls and such bringing with them a hint of the past with their customs.
Islam in itself is a unity and oneness, all devoted to Allah, some people in later years fell in "love" with Allah, and called themselves Sufis. Sufism in itself isn't Islam, it's actually
The "love" that's repeated throughout the book should have been clarified as the "love" of Allah. Sufi people aren't all dervishes. And the word "Dervish" درويش is used in Arabic as دروشة which means going to a high state of طرب/Tarab which means going into a high state of rapture, mirth and glee for Allah, so they either twirl which is common or sing, or write. But mostly twirl.
With that said, I feel better about starting my review.
I've always been fascinated with sufism as a kid, the twirling dervishes with their skirts and dishdashas flying around in circles for such along time while they sang to Allah with tambours players repeating "God is alive" gave me a thrill in the bit of my stomach and heart... till this day, they mostly come out in Ramadan or events, and visit local malls and such bringing with them a hint of the past with their customs.
For most of the book, I felt like this was a highly disjointed narrative. It felt like essays from different people, and I could not see the story coming together.
The characters
Rumi: So boring (who would have thought?) I was looking forward to reading and knowing about this great poet, but this book reduced Rumi to a dull, uninspiring person.
Ella: Annoying. Vapid. A character without any charisma, her romance with Aziz is a boring, tasteless affair. Her story ends in the most clichéd way imaginable, and even though she has lived a dormant life, I could not sympathize with her.
Shams of Tabriz: Intolerable. Insufferable. For a character who invents the forty rules of love, and spends half the book trying to explain the meaning of love to anyone who would listen, his treatment of his own wife is appalling, to say the least.
He brings Rumi closer to the homeless, poor and outcast people of his town, but ends up alienating him from his entire family, and everyone else he holds dear.
An important aspect of the book is based on the friendship and the deep bond between Rumi & Shams, and yet most of it is shown through the eyes of other characters, so we hardly get to experience what exactly these two were to each other. This was disappointing to me, I would have loved to get a feel of what Rumi and Shams experienced as true companions.
About the rules - at the beginning, they are smoothly incorporated into the story, however as you move further, the author simply chooses to number a rule and just put it out there, making it a tedious read.
This book is more "tell", than "show", and it's not something I would re-read.
The problems arise for me in the multi-character perspective. It's always a really tricky thing to pull off and can be great when done well, but it can really affect a story when not done well. Add to that the fact the book is also dealing with past and present and the challenge becomes even greater. Unfortunately it all seems too much for the book to carry.
The story lines of each character aren't consistent in strength. Some are extremely interesting and you hunger more of them, others were decidedly weak. I wanted to read more of Ella, for example. Her story was fascinating; the realization that her life while seemingly perfect had become stagnant. Realizing what she wanted out of life had changed and she was no longer willing to settle. However, all the reader got were brief glimpses. Her story never seemed to develop fully or in enough detail. She was evolving and I really wanted to see that process. I actually found myself skipping ahead at times to her sections of the book. Shams himself was an interesting character as well, and we did get to see his effect on those around him through the eyes of other characters, but I found his story line lacking as well.
Some of the characters were very weak, and seemed to be more of a detractor or distraction from the story itself. New characters continued to be intoduced right up until the end. They seemed to be in the way of the portions of the book that mattered. There was a real sense of unbalance to the book. This lack of equality in the various story lines and the constant back and forth also seemed to stunt the progression of the book. You can tell there is supposed to be a flow, from perspective to perspective, past to future, despair to hope; unfortunately it just doesnt' happen seamlessly. There is and abruptness to the change between characters and story lines that makes it hard to get lost in the story.
The lack of time each character gets per chapter and in the story overall, doesn't allow for the relationships to develop the depth they are supposed to have. We're told of this profound relationship betweenm Rumi and Shams, or the deep love between Ella and Aziz. However the material we're given doesn't seem substantial enough to support the gravity of these relationships. I didn't get a good sense of what Shams and Rumi identified with in one another, or why Ella came to love Aziz enough to leave her family behind. It just seemed as if one minute each party met, they conversed or exchanged emails, and the next none of them could live without one another. I think the author would have been far better served by focusing on the principal characters, and perhaps pruning out a few of the minor ones. The book would have benefited with a more focused approach, especially with the changes between past and future going on.
I will say Shafak is fantastic at pulling off and ending the reader does not expect. Much like in the Bastard or Istanbul, I did not see the conclusion of this book coming. There was sadness and loss to it, but there was also a great deal of beauty and hope. The overall message is conveyed beautifully in the last chapters of the book. The death of both Shams and Aziz, as well as the inspiration they give to their loved ones is painful yet exquisite to behold.
The book also reaches out to you at times, and you feel some of the forty rules could apply to yourself. The author has a gift of expressing things in such a way that the reader identifies with what is being written. At times, they can see themself looking back at them from the page.
On many levels this book was satisfying, but in others it does fall short. I don't think the author ever quite achieves what she is striving for. However talent, skill and sensitivity are displayed throughout.