In The Shadow Of Islam Paperback – 3 Aug 2003
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"A compelling narrative and an ideal starting point from which to discover more about Isabelle Eberhardt's picaresque life." --Times Literary Supplement
"Her writings, and her sheer modernity, stand up to modern scrutiny." --Daily Telegraph
She [Eberhardt] was the first hippie. She travelled with no money living from day to day; she had no concept that chastity was of any value and was sexually voracious; she was into kif-smoking; and she lived in Morocco dressed as a man. --Juliet Stevenson --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.
About the Author
Isabelle Eberhardt(1877-1904) was an explorer and writer who lived and traveled extensively in North Africa. Her writings were collected in The Nomad andThe Oblivion Seekers. --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.
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Overall, an enthralling read!
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Thus, the publisher's choice perpetrates the ever popular anti-Islamic bent. That said, it's the brilliance of Eberhart's work that manages to shine through even a biased translation.
Without ado, let me provide some of my favorite quotes from In the Shadow of Islam:
"To the extent that I feel myself saturated by ancient, unshaken Islam, which here seems to be the very breathing of the earth...And I understand that one could end one's days in the peace and silence of some southern zawiya, end in ecstasy, free of yearnings, confronting only radiant horizons. " pg 114
"I have jotted these reflections in the margin of a letter...Having written them, I relapse into my feeling of exile, wishing to bury myself even deeper in this hostile south, without any desire for the Paris I have known, where the newspaper's lip-service to feminism was even more repugnant to me than the Parisian coquettes.
I have said nothing in my response worth reading. Why bother? One day paths separate, destinies crystallize. And this is so much more than having made a few friends. When they are good enough to invite us to share their foreign happiness, let's show them what's possible to a true fraternity of minds.
Let's regret nothing, since our happiness and theirs will consist in letting ourselves go one day, into mysterious currents which will carry our souls adrift towards impossible shores. Then we'll enjoy the intoxication of decadence and shipwreck; and wandering over the immense beaches of the night, we'll feel within us the seeds of suffering begin to germinate." pg 70
"...forgetting the principals of tolerance propounded by Islam at its purest..." pg 49
It strikes me that prayer, and dreams, too, should never end." pg 60-61
Please enjoy this timeless piece of writing...still relevant and convincing.