Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books by Azar Nafisi

Posted: January 25, 2009 in Uncategorized
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This is the most beautiful book I’ve read in a long time. Reading Lolita in Tehran is inspirational, and an important reminder of the influence of art. In the free country many people lose sight of what art really means, but in a repressed country where art is illegal it becomes as necessary as a sip of water in the stark heat of the desert. Azar Nafisi’s experiences in Iran exemplify a woman’s need for something to remind her of their humanity in the face of a world that tells them they are not allowed to be or do what they want to do, when their world tells them that they are not allowed to be women. Nafisi shows us that faced with dark circumstances people will risk their lives to read a forbidden novel, to fall in love with letters on a page written long ago and far away by someone who never would have imagined that their words could be the only escape from opression in another person’s life.

Reading Lolita in Tehran is a beautiful and moving memoir of struggle and hope, even if you haven’t read the literature it discusses–and it also provides an avid reader with a fabulous must read list!

My favorite quote: “You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, I told him, like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.” p 336

Some thought provocing criticism of Nafisi’s Reading Lolita in Tehran

Azar Nafisi’s website

Interview with Azar Nafisi

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